to get royally messed up on some high end hallucinogenic, for the first time in years.
I think the last thing I tripped on was probably purple microdot acid, eating 3-4 tabs on a Halloween night in 1981.
I still recall the horror of a Burger King commercial —
the way the rubber balls bounced up and down in mid air with no apparent pattern except any I could impose.
there was a mirror and solitude in my room for several hours, dealing with synesthetic hallucinations of all kinds mostly engendered by Mark Lyness’ supercharged Fury III idling outside my window for what seemed like hours.
Why do I miss this? What did I gain that has kept it so fresh for me?
I don’t recall myself before this in a coherent way. It’s as if the memories are sealed away and I’m just seeing them from a distance, you dig?
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UPDATE: Just for the record, I won’t be doing this. I’m more struck by the simple fact that after 23 years, I’ve got this sudden craving. Why, I wonder?
I did pretty much every drug you can think of as a teenager/young adult; sometimes experimentally (heroin, downers), sometimes more regularly (acid, shrooms, speed, cocaine, pot). Booze didn’t show up till I turned 18.
Over the years, I’ve reduced or eliminated everything except an occasional glass of Scotch or a beer now and again.
So the chances of me heading off on a bender are slim to none. Thanks for looking out for me though.
( I think it’s more a fascination with being out of control, or something…some experience I’m looking to regain or replicate…)
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