I have to wander when uncle Cid comes calling, the last time I went tripping it was during the winter and fresh snow was everywhere and it gave the illusion of walking on the moon {as if I knew what that was like lol}. It was about 2-3am and I walked the entire length of my city and returned home only to do it once more. I shoveled every driveway on the street and still had the energy to get in a game of shinny, only to slump into my chair and waste the daylight hours watching M*A*S*H reruns...
Wasted days of my youth and yet on some level I've retained most of those memories in sharp vivid detail.
I made friends with LSD when I was young, also. It's been 21 years. But sitting here, looking at that blotter. It's taken me back, made me remember. One thing I remember the most is the clarity. The vivid colors, the solidity of sound, The way food sounded and the way music tasted. Every sense amplified, every thought either clarified, or destroyed by the infinite possibility stemming from it. I remember accidentally triple dosing. I took 2 4-ways. And then smoked a joint (this is back in the death of 80's rock, birth of grunge.) The scene was INSANE where I lived, punks still jamming, gettin' it in (they didn't get the memo that punk was dead...) Hippies! I loved hippies! Most of my friends were hippies. I don't mean the girl down the street who found mommy's tie-dye. I mean her mommy, after she went to school. Then there was this huge (almost) movement of goth, punk, pseudo-punk, skater, ska, and grunge... They all became a clique. The clique was centered around LSD. (We're talking 1991. Not 60s or 70s.) I remember going to parties where hundreds of people would be dosing. There would be these parties... They were too big for one house, so it was strategically plotted out -- parks, malls, and houses/apartments. All one fuckin' party. hundreds of people, and all we had in common was LSD and weed. It was fuckin' awesome. Used to run bibles from Buena Vista, Cal. to the midwest.
Anyway, I dosed, and went on to another house, because that's how the party worked... Well, ran into some fellow travelers on the road less traveled, and they had some 4-way, and some caps. So, we smoked some weed, and then we all double dosed (2 4-way.) and made a vegan pizza with shrooms. On I wandered, things kinda' blurred, but stayed crystal clear. My friend was driving (she was just stoned.) She stopped at a stop sign, and waited for it to turn green. It did, and I told her to go... It was fall, early November. We went to a little gathering that was a precursor to raves -- a dark room, everyone on L., weed smoke thicker than the smoke at a great white concert... Grunge, alt., and industrial alt. played for 4 hours (live.) and then it shut down, and everyone went to the woods to party more...
The third dose was about an hour into the weekly "concert." I flew for days. It was amazing. And, the boss lady, with reservations, and wanting to speak in person first, has given me the double thumbs up.