This is the story of my most amazing acid trip. Total dose: 8 tabs, approx 800-1100ug.


It's an early Friday morning on the Jersey shore late last summer. I wake up to my favorite
radio station playing Hitch A ride by Boston. I knew it was going to be a great day.


Around 11am I receive a call from a good friend "C" telling me there is going to be a pool
party at a girl's house in one of the bordering towns. I ask what I need to bring,
he says a food item and beer. "I guess I'll bring hot dogs or something, what kind of beer do you want? Can you pay me back? Cool see you."
So I phone another friend who I know can get alcohol and ask him to pick me up. I grab a quick
shower and cook some eggs before I leave the house with him. We head to the local supermarket down the street
and get a a few packages of hot dogs and buns. Next we run to the liquor store and pick up a 12 pack of Yueng-Ling, my beer of choice, and a 12 pack of Guinness, C's beer of choice.


Before he drops me back off at home I invite him to the party, he does not want to party with high school kids. I hit up C when I get home and he tells me he's got a fire going at his house so I ask him to pick me up. So we chill at his place until we go to the party, after 4 beers I wanted some smoke.
Luckily, my weed dealer lives across the street from him, so I
phone him up. Well, he's not actually my dealer, but I knew him from school, and he lived right across the fucking street. It was dro at best, but I did get a quarter for $60 so who's complaining?
So 4'o clock rolls around when we decide to head over to the party. Not too many people here yet, maybe around 6 or 7.
Majority of them are girls, I offer them beer and we hang out by the pool for a while. More and more people start showing up until there are about 20-25 of us. The party has started. C and I start up the first game of pong. We win consecutively 4 times and pass the torch over when we hear about the rum. C and I love our rum, and nothing gets
in the way of it. I enjoy mixed drinks, Rum and coke, while C drinks it straight.


So we go back by the pool and start talking to some girls, just having a grand old time when I see my friend
"T" enter the party. I immediately go up to him. T was the kid who sold me acid the first time I dropped, and
I hadn't been able to talk to him about my experience yet. So we chat about el cid for a while and take shots of 151 that he brought in the kitchen.


As we sit at the counter we start grabbing anyone who walks by and make them
take a shot with us. At one point, we got the girl who
owned the houses' grandfather to take a few with us. The old man was a Vietnam vet. Fucker started lining shots like it was nobody's business, I had never seen anything like it before. After about 8
shots in, T and I start talking about acid again.
He tells me he's got a surprise for me and pulls out a thin flat sheet of tinfoil. I inquire. Yep, its acid.


So we start talking business. I still owed him $20 for the last two hits he gave me. I didn't think this was fair because I smoked him up with the rest of my pot, at least $20 worth and
didn't feel that the tabs were worth 20 a pop. So he lets the previous endeavor go. I talk him down to $50 for 4 tabs, he cuts them pretty big, maybe 1.5x the normal size. So I know I'm in
for a treat. I decide that I wont drink anymore because there isn't really a reason for me to. I've
consumed enough alcohol for at least a couple people already and was quite intoxicated.


We make the exchange and I immediately drop them. Swishing in my mouth
for a good 30 minutes, I don't notice anything. I had a feeling I wouldn't notice until it really kicked in. So T goes to his car with a car to make out or fuck or something, and I saw the pool and hopped in over the deck. I start messing with the girls and have a great time joking with them and flirting. Then I get the idea to do insane shit on the diving board.


So I proceed to do back flips, double front flips, swan tan bombs etc. I start to gather a lot of attention at this point but don't really make notice of it, or care for that matter. I just keep doing what I was doing, being me to the fullest. A pit-fire gets lit as it starts to get dark out. I jump
back in the pool and flirt some more with the girls. I end up making out with a couple of them. Then I actually start ripping off bikinis and getting a lot of laughs from my male peers. I was lucky I didn't do it to someone with a boyfriend, that would have been a mess.


Everyone knows I am tripping so they don't take me too seriously. Cool group of people actually, I really enjoyed a lot of my high school class. Everyone just wanted to have a good time, you didn't see too much drama at these parties.


So after the pool, I am pretty much center of attention, life of the party. I am literally like a fucking god to these people. I'm usually the quiet one who makes a comfortable spot somewhere and drinks, talking to people who stop by and play a lot of beer pong.

The party is going great. Everyone is pretty wasted at this point so I figured I could get away with some more crazy shit so I run around slapping girls on the ass and tackling guys. I have so much energy its almost scary. At one point I even started to do flips over the fire. That scared people a little, and I have to admit I was a little out of control. C comes up to me and asks me to chill out, so I sit by the fire.


Alright, its now about 9pm and I have calmed down a bit. Sitting at the fire with me are two couples who talk to me about romance. I decide that I want to call my ex. So we talk for a little while, and I tell her I want to hang out and she should come pick me up. She agrees and tells me she'll be there in about an hour. My phone dies.



At this point I am wearing shorts. That's it. I lost my shoes, my socks, my shirt and my hat. And I am close to running out of reds. So, I think I am coming up close to the peak and I start to experience some pretty amazing visuals. Everything is very very vivid. Reds become purples, blues become greens, lights start having trails and I can see an outline around everyone as if they were lightly on fire. I am just staring at my cigarette moving it back and forth between my eyes, following the trails. Everyone is doing their own thing and the party starts to die down.


People start leaving, a couple kids help clean up some shit. Beer pong is still going steady and there is definitely enough alcohol to go around.
This is when T walks through the gate. I go up to him, and in a manner I thought seemed normal and under control but probably was completely eccentric, I told him the acid didn't work and that he should give me more.


(I realize now that I did not think about what I was doing, at all. I was in no way conscious of my decisions and I personally blame the alcohol.)


After a few minutes of convincing we go back to his car and he cuts off another 4 tabs for me. I drop them right away. This time I pay him $60. Just as we are walking back to the party my ex pulls up. I run into the back and tell everyone I love them and grab a bunch of liquor.
Then I hop in the car with her. She takes shock to the state I am in but not too much, I mean its me, gotta expect off the wall shit. This is when the fun really starts.


In the car we are listening to the Gorillaz, I feel that I have never truly listened to music before and try to explain this to her. She listens to my rambling and starts to talk and for the love of me, I can't even begin to remember what about. The music was the only thing that mattered.


So we decide to head over to a mutual friend's place where they have a little something of their own going on. As I enter the basement I see a few friends that I haven't seen since new years last year drinking, smoking and playing poker.
I am no longer on Earth. I am no longer a human being. I am a conscious spirit floating through space. It is at this time I begin to understand that
I am still cognitive, but I am so far out that I feel as if though the old
me had died and someone in the shadows of my being had taken its place. This is now what I understand to be called an ego-death, and a very strong one. The alcohol began to subside and the potent effects of the acid really started to kick in gear.
So greetings are made, everyone is glad to see me and I am glad to see everyone. I notice a guitar sitting in the corner of the room and I can't take my eyes off of it.

This kid who owns the house, also named T, is 23 and a very deep and bright individual. He knew what I was going through.
"Its mine man, pick it up." I smile graciously and hand him a bottle of rum along with my beer. I respond, "Ok, I am going to write a concerto don't mind me."

As I walk over to this beautiful acoustic instrument I can feel myself slip out. Music, becomes my being. Synesthesia has well overtaken itself in my perspective already. I could see sound waves and vibrations drifting in and out of time, the mystery was all too compelling.
I didn't care about anything anymore. Not my ex, my friends, my job, my school, or even living.
All I wanted was to play this instrument. I sat down with it in hand, and began to create the most amazing sounds I have ever experienced.

I strummed the guitar a few times, watching the vibrations trickle through my vision. It was all very groovy. Next thing I know, I am in tune.

Soon, I was doing exactly as I said I would do. I was creating a masterpeice, a work of art that will probably be my best jam session for years to come. I played my heart out, all synchronized with the memories, thoughts and feelings of the pain-body that was attached to my former self. The one before I knew the truth. The music I played was a story, and I was the teller. Guys, I know it wasn't just me who thought this music was from another world, because everyone had stopped to watch me, tears in my eyes, experiencing the true nature of music. The whole piece was 45 minutes long, I never stopped playing. I hadn't opened my eyes the entire length,
and when I did open them. I found everyone sitting as my audience. I was without words.

So were they.


Reflecting on my past experiences, I sit in a still, silent bliss. Just watching the world unfold around me. I no longer cared for anything material, not even
cigarettes. I was just content being there, in that special place full of love.
I had never experienced anything so surreal... no, real.. in my life. It opened my eyes to a new world.
I found out many great things about myself during this time. I realized the importance of loving one's self, one's family and friends and about love itself.
Love love love love love. It was all that mattered, and all this time I had been hearing it but not paying any attention. I was turning a blind eye toward the truth that had been in front of me all along.
Creator of the universe, love.



So I don't even think I hit my peak yet, it just seemed to progressively get stronger as the night went on. I guess about now it was 12-1am?
I got up and joined everyone for the first time of the night. We played cards, laughed and drank. A couple of the girls wanted to play strip poker
and so did everyone else. I didn't see a problem with this and joyfully agreed. So we did. I ended up winning because I told them we had to play Texas Hold 'Em.
( On planet poker a few years ago I was a semi-pro ranked Hold Em. Of course I didn't mention this to them. Its just to give you all an idea
about my card skills.)


Everyone is pretty much completely nude,and it was great. I still have my boxers on (mind you, I only had boxers
and shorts on when I came to this party) and everyone was starting to crash. Party time was over. So, after goodbyes and wrapping up another great chapter to this perfect evening, the confusion sets in. At some point, I'm not exactly sure when, I dive out into deep space. T tells my ex and I that he will drive us home. So we get in his car and he drives
towards her house.


When we arrive at her place, she gets out and walks to the back of her house. I am in lala land. Sector 9 delta of planet wayyyyyy out. When I look up I see that he is still parked with the passenger door open, I ask if she was going to drop me off and he says "Yeah I think so man, you should go talk to her anyway. Its been nice, take it easy."
So I do. I wait on her front lawn for a while, about 20 minutes or so when I start to realize that she may not even know I am outside.


Now, my phone is dead. I have no shirt, shoes or cigarettes. I am ten miles away from home at 2am and I don't know this neighborhood. But, that doesn't stop me from walking.I don't like her brother, and he doesn't like me. So I wasn't about to just walk in her house when she might not have even known I was there. Even if I did what if she was getting changed or something? I was not willing to deal with the awkwardness. (Crazy, I completely lose my self, but there is still an ounce of fear instilled within me enough to keep me from getting a ride home.)
So I walk.


I am not afraid on this walk, I know I will survive but the walk will take all night. I am satisfied with the conditions I am in, except for being lost. I ran into a Mexican coming down the road and asked him for directions, he barely spoke English and it really didn't help me. I ended up walking about a mile in the wrong direction. Eventually I came up to a town that I knew very well, so I knew I was good to go. One thing I should add was that there was a curfew in this town so when I finally did find my route home I ducked in the bushes whenever a car came to pass. I did not want to be arrested in this town again, but that's another story.


As I cross the bridge into town, I feel a bright radiance of light beam through me. So, I'm still tripping incredibly hard as I get to the downtown area of my town. Everything is desolate. Its great. The lights and colors really grabbed me and made me want to dance around.
So I did. As I continued walking through the brightly lit downtown, I danced.


As I entered the road that took me to my house, I became reminiscent of the night I had. I started think about the life ahead of me and what this all meant. I came up with some very deep and esoteric conclusions that have helped shape me into the person I am becoming. The person I want to be.

I reached my house at about 6:30am, the sun was just coming up. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from my room and went outside to watch the sunrise. As I lit a cigarette I could feel myself coming back down, back to reality. I was happy in a way, because everything had worked out so perfectly and this did too. I got everything I needed from the trip already, and being able to watch that sunrise in my new perspective on life gave me great joy.

And that was my best experience on acid. Hope you enjoyed it.