how the fuck do i owe 600 dollars in taxes when i made less than 22 last year.
lame.
cold weather and that silly survey i did yesterday and wild_zero's speaking of robotrips have got me all thinking about high school. and how i was all convinced that i could figure stuff out by taking lots and lots of psychedelics.
spaghetti would join me sometimes. we would drink 2 bottles of robotussin and take some of that over the counter pep pill stuff to stay awake and lie around listening to the doors and the meatpuppets and sonic youth and stuff. it was alright.
the first time i did acid when i was 16, i had no idea what it would do to me. i had done shrooms before. i figured it would be like that. it wasn't. i got it from my friend brad (now dead) in geometry class (i failed--math sucks). after a football game, my friend and i went down in my basement and took it. it was around 10. my parents were still walking around upstairs. i assummed they would go to sleep soon.
it hit me before they did. i spent 2 hours giggling and watching saved by the bell and thinking about some 4 things all at the same time and being cold and worrying about what if my parents came downstairs and stuff and wondering why i couldnt speak anymore. i think it was the best acid i ever got. had to have been. it was the kind of trip where the peak lasted some 3 hours, and i don't remember anything but bright lights and loud sounds and not being anybody, and then all of a sudden staring at a blank television screen (pink floyd in pompei had gone off hours ago). my head buzzed for 2 weeks. i think i was still high 2 days later...
monday in the hall before class:
me: dude, that was fucking awesome. im still high.
him: i know. that was fucked up. i'm still seeing colors weird. and hearing this high pitched sound all day.
me: i know, me too. we gotta get more of that.
him: yup.
so we did. and when we couldn't get doses, we'd get robotussin. 12 bottles at the time. the ladies at kroger thought we were funny.
freshman year of college, acid was plentiful. i did it everytime i could. and that was about 2 or 3 times a week. then 3 or 4. then i couldnt get high anymore, so i'd just eat a half or so in the morning, just to get a lil reality grease in my system. i remember the first few times, before i started doing it alot, i'd drop on friday night (my roommate went home on the weekends) and sit in the easy chair watching northern exposure until it kicked in. then i'd unplug the phone, put on headphones and listen to sonic youth (sister, evol, daydream nation), black sabbath or nine inch nails (PHM or broken). just try and freak myself out. i found that i got better visuals in the dark. things would jump out from shadows. faces would appear 2 inches from my face. angry ones. i liked it. i considered it a form of mental conditioning.
never did have a "good" trip after that first time. all the other ones were just me trying to see how far i could go with the crazy thoughts that'd come in my head. the guy who sold me shit (my best friend in college) thought i was crazy for getting 10 strips every week and eating them in my room alone. it was pretty stupid, come to think of it. i coulda got laid alot more, if i wasnt so obsessed with that shit.
nothing comes of it.
but i still remember listening to sonic youth the afternoons after dosing. that was great. dissociated from myself, just a big ball of mushy thoughts about nothing coherent. i miss that. it wasn't depression so much as a cosmic boredom. old sonic youth wasn't pretentious like so much of the music i listened to when i was doing alot of acid. not like phish or the dead, where people on acid would romanticize it. not like the doors, where morrison romanticized it himself. it was just good artsy shit to listen to when all fucked out of your mind to the point that you can't respond to your own name.
i'll always love sonic youth for that. for being awesome dirty acid music.
lame.
cold weather and that silly survey i did yesterday and wild_zero's speaking of robotrips have got me all thinking about high school. and how i was all convinced that i could figure stuff out by taking lots and lots of psychedelics.
spaghetti would join me sometimes. we would drink 2 bottles of robotussin and take some of that over the counter pep pill stuff to stay awake and lie around listening to the doors and the meatpuppets and sonic youth and stuff. it was alright.
the first time i did acid when i was 16, i had no idea what it would do to me. i had done shrooms before. i figured it would be like that. it wasn't. i got it from my friend brad (now dead) in geometry class (i failed--math sucks). after a football game, my friend and i went down in my basement and took it. it was around 10. my parents were still walking around upstairs. i assummed they would go to sleep soon.
it hit me before they did. i spent 2 hours giggling and watching saved by the bell and thinking about some 4 things all at the same time and being cold and worrying about what if my parents came downstairs and stuff and wondering why i couldnt speak anymore. i think it was the best acid i ever got. had to have been. it was the kind of trip where the peak lasted some 3 hours, and i don't remember anything but bright lights and loud sounds and not being anybody, and then all of a sudden staring at a blank television screen (pink floyd in pompei had gone off hours ago). my head buzzed for 2 weeks. i think i was still high 2 days later...
monday in the hall before class:
me: dude, that was fucking awesome. im still high.
him: i know. that was fucked up. i'm still seeing colors weird. and hearing this high pitched sound all day.
me: i know, me too. we gotta get more of that.
him: yup.
so we did. and when we couldn't get doses, we'd get robotussin. 12 bottles at the time. the ladies at kroger thought we were funny.
freshman year of college, acid was plentiful. i did it everytime i could. and that was about 2 or 3 times a week. then 3 or 4. then i couldnt get high anymore, so i'd just eat a half or so in the morning, just to get a lil reality grease in my system. i remember the first few times, before i started doing it alot, i'd drop on friday night (my roommate went home on the weekends) and sit in the easy chair watching northern exposure until it kicked in. then i'd unplug the phone, put on headphones and listen to sonic youth (sister, evol, daydream nation), black sabbath or nine inch nails (PHM or broken). just try and freak myself out. i found that i got better visuals in the dark. things would jump out from shadows. faces would appear 2 inches from my face. angry ones. i liked it. i considered it a form of mental conditioning.
never did have a "good" trip after that first time. all the other ones were just me trying to see how far i could go with the crazy thoughts that'd come in my head. the guy who sold me shit (my best friend in college) thought i was crazy for getting 10 strips every week and eating them in my room alone. it was pretty stupid, come to think of it. i coulda got laid alot more, if i wasnt so obsessed with that shit.
nothing comes of it.
but i still remember listening to sonic youth the afternoons after dosing. that was great. dissociated from myself, just a big ball of mushy thoughts about nothing coherent. i miss that. it wasn't depression so much as a cosmic boredom. old sonic youth wasn't pretentious like so much of the music i listened to when i was doing alot of acid. not like phish or the dead, where people on acid would romanticize it. not like the doors, where morrison romanticized it himself. it was just good artsy shit to listen to when all fucked out of your mind to the point that you can't respond to your own name.
i'll always love sonic youth for that. for being awesome dirty acid music.
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