Acid Story

I’d like to start off by saying that whilst this story is about me dropping acid, I am neither for nor against drugs.
I believe that people are able to make their own decisions about what they put in their body; hopefully more often through research and understanding the positives and negatives than (peer-pressure aside) basing their choice on an experience someone else has or how “cool” it seems.

Also, my apologies for not getting this written up when I said I probably would.

Anyway, I’ve dropped acid once in my life.

It was for Ren’s 22nd birthday. The plan was to take it at his place, then head to Kelly’s in Newtown, then to The Royal in Leichardt for a Heroes and Villains themed karaoke night.

I had to think a lot before I chose to do this as I can be quite paranoid. I decided to go through with it as I was going to be in good company and figured I’d come out of it okay.

We dropped liquid acid and then began to make our way to Kelly’s. By the time we arrived, I was still fairly fine, although some people had started to become a bit giggly. Of particular note was a shirt that Frank (he was there) was wearing. It had David Chapelle wearing a banana hat on it. I myself had a cat head shooting lasers out of its eyes whilst in some pseudo-cosmic setting, but it didn’t have the same sort of intensity to some.

I decided to get food as I was a bit peckish and ran into one of my (now former) work colleagues, Dil. He was there having a meal, so I sat and talked with him whilst everyone else began to make their way to The Royal. I asked Dil if he wanted to come along and he said he did, so we started making our way with a brief stop off at his place.

During the walk, I noticed that Dil’s legs had become longer. I thought it was weird.

When we were at his place, I was staring at one of his paintings whilst I waited for him to grab a few things. It began to warp a bit in a waving pattern. I couldn’t help but smile.

We left shortly after and started talking about one of my friends who displayed some interest in Dil. He wasn’t interested in her at all and told me that I should just do her and get it over and done with, but I wasn’t interested in doing so either as she was a friend.

We eventually arrived at The Royal and as soon as I stepped in I noticed it was indeed a Heroes and Villains themed karaoke night. I found another of my friends sitting at a table, introduced Dil to her, asked him what he wanted to drink and then turned around to face the bar.

When I was served by Poison Ivy, it was at that moment that I realised it was a Heroes and Villains themed Karaoke night.

I gave the drinks to Dil and went looking for Ren. I wasn’t able to see him at first so I called him. When I found out he was in the smoking area I went up to him, hugged him and said “you bastard, you magnificent bastard. Happy birthday”. I then let go, backed away, put my hands up as though I was surrendering and said “I’m out”. I went back to the table Dil and my friend were sitting at and took the spare seat which was facing the wall. Eventually the table started warping ever so slightly in front of me as I began to feel like oil; thick, smooth, elastic, dense, relaxed… I felt like oil.

Two of my friends (one of them being the one Dil and I talked about earlier) eventually came to see if I was okay as they were leaving. I told them that I was totally fucked, but I was fine. I remained at the table.

Eventually I got up as I felt alright and I was getting a bit over the table and part of the wall warping in front of me and talked to Ren and others. Frank and I stepped out of the pub at one stage so he could call Trish. I ended up talking to one of the guards briefly whilst fumbling around for ID to get back in. He was studying something. I told him about my grand plan to become a marine biologist.

After wandering around for a little and having the feeling of feeling like oil come and go like calm waves, I saw a friend making out with a very large Wonder Woman. I found this a bit difficult to handle for some reason that I’ve never completely worked out, but I do remember that part of the reason was that I found it to be quite intense.

There was one point where I was walking, looking for Ren, Frank and the others when I heard them say “It’s Jake!”. I turned to them and said “It’s Has”. I turned around and another of our friends, Jake was right behind me, looking quite satisfied as he just exited out of the bathroom. I was amazed by this occurrence far more than I should have been.

Towards the end I talked to a girl who was dressed as Indiana Jones. At least I think she was. As a joke, I kept guessing after she confirmed the correct answer and now I can’t quite remember what it was.

Eventually we left and headed to Pioneers Memorial Park which was, thankfully, close by.
I ran around for a brief period, which was amazing as I was running and it was the best thing ever.

Eventually I lost sight of Frank and called him as I had no idea where he was. He told me he was back near the entrance of the park. He then said something about lying on someone’s shit to someone in the background. I asked if he was lying in shit and he began to explain to me that he was lying on someone’s keys and explaining to them that he was lying on their shit. The last thing he heard before I hung up was “quick, Frank’s lying on shit!”.

I ran as fast as I could and when I saw his figure, I almost jumped. I noticed it was Ren and said “Wait, you’re not Frank”. He pointed at Frank who was a few metres away, whilst telling me he was there.

I dived on to Frank.

He let out an exclamation of pain, then explained he was lying on someone’s keys.
I apologised.

We all went to the playground equipment and stuffed around there. There was a spinning see-saw where two people would stand on it and hold on. Spinning on it felt very fluid to the point where I was one with motion.

At one point I managed to steal Jake’s cigarette out of his hand. He asked for it back and I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. After a couple of minutes of this, he told me he spent 10 minutes trying to roll it and really wanted it back. I told him I didn’t have it, then told him I saw someone else with it.

We stuffed around for a bit longer and eventually Jake left with some others.
I realised I still had his cigarette and ran after him, almost floating to reach him.
I called out his name and he turned around. When I got up to him, I held out his cigarette.

He looked like he was going to cry.

He went to grab it and dropped it.

Luckily, it was found quite quickly.
He said something along the lines of “thanks man, you’re the best”, gave me a hug and then went on his way.

At one point I was looking out to Norton Street and then only the park and the part of Norton Street I could see existed. Everything else was no longer there.

Eventually Frank and I left. It was about 12:30am at this stage. We were getting a lift from Stan (who was there and thankfully was sober). I found myself hungry and felt like having a burrito. Food sounded like a good idea, so we decided to stop off at the McDonald’s near where I was living at the time.

I began to wonder if I was a burrito, so I asked Frank and Stan if I was one. They told me I wasn’t. I asked them again and again they told me I wasn’t. I began to think I was a cucumber and asked them if I was one. Again, they told me I wasn’t.

After about two minutes of being in the car, I had to ask Stan to stop driving as it felt like we were hovering over the ground and it was a bit too much to handle. Once I was able to accept how the car moved, I was okay.

We went to the McDonald’s near where I was living at the time and got burgers. Mine had mushrooms in it. Normally I can’t eat mushrooms. I don’t have allergies but I gag when I try to eat them. I’m not sure why. However, I was able to eat them without issue.

I had a minor jump as there were seagulls about 15 metres away from the car. I kept an eye on them as they seemed suspicious.

When I arrived home, Stan told me to lie in bed with the lights on for seven minutes before I sleep and I would be fine, so I did. After switching the lights off, I started thinking about how I hadn’t really gone anywhere in my life so far. I thought about how my job was going nowhere, how I wasn’t educated as much as I wanted to be and how my music wasn’t progressing as fast as I wanted it to. I thought about how I was still renting and had no money saved and about how I was single.

After a short period of time, a large swirling vortex behind large, shiny gates appeared and replaced one of my bedroom walls. I began to freak out as I felt I was going to amass to nothing.

I switched the light on and tried to relax again and once I felt I was alright I switched the light off. Nothing changed.

It was just the trip. I began to tell myself that. It was just the trip. It was just the trip.

I got out of bed and went to the toilet and induced vomiting. I felt a bit calmer.

I went back to bed and the vortex was still there. I was a failure. I was a failure. I had wasted my life. It was just the trip. I might’ve been a failure but it was just the trip.

I went to induce vomiting again. I felt calmer once more.

The vortex was still there. I told myself that this was all in my head and I needed to calm down, but it didn’t work as I had completely ruined my life and I was unable to get back on my feet, even though I was telling myself I would be able to. I found myself terrified of being a cucumber and not a person.

Eventually I made myself throw up a third time and once again, I felt calmer.
The trip had begun to wind down at this point. I wasn’t sure if it was from throwing up or if it had run its course.

It was close to 6am and I was quite tired. Luckily I was able to fall asleep quickly but I only slept for about one-and-a-half to two hours. When I woke up I headed out to hang out with and play cricket with Ewe and a friend of hours. I still felt a bit like oil.

I spent five days afterwards feeling quite fragile. I kept on questioning whether I was a cucumber or not and had to, using really basic logic, point out why I was a human.

It was an interesting experience and whilst I’ve considered revisiting it since, acid is not something I want to do again.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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