Massive drugs!
My first acid experience was not so much like dipping my toe in the water, more like bellyflopping in from an orbiting satellite. But then I’ve never really done subtle…

The first time i ever went to an outdoor rave also happened to be the first time i dropped acid. This was with a mate of mine who had tried it before, once or twice, but was in no way a veteran of psychedelia. We were both young, naïve and quite, quite drunk.

We left the train station after coming from a nights drinking in Brighton, and we were immediately asked by these two other guys if we were going to this rave. We knew nothing about it - so asked where it was, and tagged along with these two, sharing a taxi.

We got to the site, a few tents, with a few travellers outside, listening to a stereo.
Not much or a rave, really. We looked around, thought “oh well, it was worth a try”, and started back to the main road. it was then we noticed several people actually walking through this small campsite, further away from the main road. So, using the zen method of navigation, we followed them…
…through a small wood…
…and over a hill…
…and through another small wood…
…and there it was: lights, sound system, banging music, all soundproofed and invisible from the main road by the South Downs and the wooded areas. it turns out the first small campsite was a warning outpost, i think, possibly to deter unwanted revellers (but then again in might just have been some people camping).

So we get to the actual site, and my mate says we should buy some acid. So we do - one each - and stash it in our top gums, and go about exploring the rave.

Nothing happens for about quarter of an hour. The psychedelic Smarties just weren’t hatching…

So we buy another one, leave that in our mouths. Some effects eventually start to make themselves known, which is all very good, but the whole experience was much milder than what i was expecting. “oh well, maybe they’re weak” we think - and look to buy some more - but we’ve only gone and run out of money.

So what do we do?

Went round begging for drugs money.

Even asked some travellers, which got a “you joking, guys?” response.
anyway, pretty soon we had enough for another three more trips, so we shared them.

And it was really only after we’d ingested the last half each, the first one really started to hit home.

Hard.

And we’d done three and a half trips each.

Our heads turned inside out. It was so raw, to primitive and tribal - the whole experience. insects flying past turned into one dimensional comet trails of tracers. The people dancing morphed into one whole pulsating mass of writhing limbs, pulsing as one huge undulating entity. Kaleidoscopes of fractals before my eyes exploded into impossible colours of ever-more infinite beauty. We talked, laughed, and pondered . . . everything.
Including how to sit down, i remember . . .

Many many hours later, we walked the fifteen miles home (as we had no money). We were ambling down the middle of a twisting, tree-lined road in Sussex, as there were no vehicles using the road at all, for some reason. Just idly strolling down the road, chatting about what tripping was like, laughing till our sides hurt and our smiles ached.

Then: a terrific, blood curdling roar screamed down the road next to us, far too fast to see, the sudden noise tearing apart the serene early morning quiet like a jet powered hound from hell barking out deafening thunder.

We looked at each other, both totally and utterly freaked out and terrified…

…and then another blur of noise and violence and colour tore past us, scaring us so much we jumped into the hedge at the side of the road, hugging each other in fear, wondering just what was going on.

Then another dozen or so of these ultra-fast bellowing monsters stampeded along, racing past just inches from where we were lying in the undergrowth, cowering in absolute abject horror.

Turned out that’s why there wasn’t any traffic on the road. a local club of enthusiasts had cordoned off the stretch of road we were walking down, and were racing their motorbikes along it in the early morning.

That’s how I lost my LSD cherry.
(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 17:02, 10 replies)

This is why 'Fear and Loathin...' is shit.
Tedious drugs bores like this, trying to copy it.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 19:02, closed)

AB, maybe you'd like to draft a set of rules for everyone else to abide by. That way people could try and make your time here more enjoyable.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 19:16, closed)

I hope someone tells a Maddie story next.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 19:29, closed)

"Turns out they WERE the droids I was looking for! LOLOLOLOLOL!"

( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 19:47, closed)

"Get away from her you BITCH!"

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sat 31 Mar 2012, 0:36, closed)

You are incorrect
This is a good example of how to write a drugs story and make it interesting.
(Eukanuba, Sat 31 Mar 2012, 16:47, closed)

Yes.
I too have found that adding bold at random is a side effect of LSD and makes everything more interesting.
( gone, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 13:10, closed)

Good times!

(shezam slouching towards nirvana., Sat 31 Mar 2012, 11:42, closed)

You know those bursts of colour, and the kaleidoscopes?
That's individual brain cells exploding.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 13:30, closed)

Hooray!

(SigourneysBeaver took off and nuked the entire site from orbit on, Wed 4 Apr 2012, 21:37, closed)