Crazy things you have ever done on L???

For me would have to be this time I had a vial of some VERY potent liquid. My friend who gave it to me told me to be careful but of course I didn't listen and let them drop away all over my tongue. Have no idea how many I put down but it was a good amount. Within 10 minutes everything got fucking crazy. I had some friends over and I left the room because I wanted to be alone. I could barely see straight and the L was starting to really kick my ass. I went outside for a minute to get some fresh air and immediately started freaking out. I thought the FBI was watching my house so I went back inside down to my room and told everyone I was sorry but they needed to leave. After everyone left I sat and thought about what I was going to do about the FBI. I was scared and didn't feel safe so I ripped all my covers off my bed and built a teepee in my room. I crawled inside my teepee with my bong and a jar of nugs. I sat in that teepee and smoked bongs for several hours which in my mind felt like hundreds of years. Literally felt like I had been in there for centuries. Being in my little safe zone with mary jane really helped relax my mind and calm me down. After a while I was brave enough to make my way outside again. I army crawled out the back door to underneath my neighbors trampoline and chilled under there for an hour or two. By now the sun was starting to come up and my peak had subsided and I started to come down. I had to pick up my gf at the time from down the road where she worked at 7am. I pulled up and not even 5 minutes after I parked a police officer pulled up behind me. Idk how I didn't get searched I had been up all night tripping balls my shaggy hair was a mess, I smelled like sweat and BO and was rocking a tie-dye. But he came up to me and told me I was parked on a side of the street where parking was not allowed. I told him I was sorry and moved my car. My girlfriend got done with work came out into my car and said "oh my what happened to you". I told her it was a very long night but didn't get into details. We left went back to her place and slept for 10 hours. What a fucking night... haha

Sat in a hottub after eating a tenstrip..oh yea,it was during a blizzard..like jack nicholson and the shining type blizzard...had to strap the lid on and sat in the tub face up with only 5 inches of breathing room...we would all be comfy..nice and warm,almost like being in your mothers womb...very complacent..and then WOOSH!!!..a gust of wind would blow the top 50ft across the yard and we would be instantly thrown into a icy world of dispair..tromping through 3ft of snow in our boxers to get the lid...stupid but fun..not very crazy tho...

Not me man. You have to be in control of your mind the whole time. I've watched all of my friends wig out at least once, but I never really got how they couldn't just tell themselves it was the drug and talk themselves out of wigging out.

The closest I came was when I went off walking around my buddies neighborhood towards midnight on a few hits of double blotter. I was curious as to what my friends experienced when they wigged out, so I just started thinking about my family dying and other bad thoughts and I shit you not I felt "the nothing"(from The never ending story) sweep over me. I went blind and started to panic but then I calmed down and just kept telling myself "I'm on acid it, is just the drug, nobody is dead, and things are fine".

Just as fast as I felt overwhelmed with darkness, the darkness lifted and my sight returned. I took a drag of my cigarette laugh to my self and said "Holy shit, I guess my friends were not joking about wigging out." It is real but you can defiantly overcome it by talking yourself down, helps if someone else helps talk you down too.
I never try that again, either.

The weirdest shit on Cid for me was at my buddies house which I found out it was haunted while on the Cid. We were tripping just messing around watching Mtv late one night. I went into the bathroom to take a piss, and on the way out I decided to turn off the bathroom light and do bloody mary in the mirror. (Old kids game where supposedly if you say bloody mary three times her ghost eill get you, like CandyMan movies) Well after the third time I got a chill down my spine and a voice in my head told my not to miss with thing I knew nothing about. Shit gave me a weird ass feeling, so I came out of the bathroom and said to my buddy "I didn't know your house was haunted". This is when I shit my pants, because he froze in place and would look away from the TV and just shouted "What did you see". I laughed a little and He shouted again, "What the fuck did you see man" This time I could hear he was scared. So I told him I didn't see anything but I felt some weird shit. He asked me if he's brother told me. I asked him,"Told me What?"
Well that's when he knew I had no idea what he was talking about, and says"Inever told anyone this shit, but I seen a ghost when I was younger and our house was blessed to get rid of it". This blew my mind, I mean this was my best friend from over 10 years and he never told me this and he would not have told me if I didn't experience that shit for myself.

I know a lot of people I tell this story all say"dude but you were on acid". Like I said to them "I've tripped enough to know what is part of the trip and what is some crazy ass feeling that makes all the hair on your body stand up, too." Never in my many many trips as anything like that happened again, bet. Cheers. Ghost are real, yo.

Driving a dirtbike through the woods at night during the comeup. Ended up getting lost for a long time with no cellphone service.

I went to see Tom Petty in Santa Barbara with no tickets. I had a sheet of acid. Before we left my friends house from the central valley, CA , I cut out funny shapes out of the sheet of acid. The sheet was unmarked as far as having the hits measured out, so each time I cut hits out I would use a ruler. Well, this time I did not use a ruler.

A low ball estimate, we both ate 6 to 10 hits of good acid and we hit the road for Santa Barbara. The goal was to get to the venue and get scalped tickets spending no more than 100$ each ticket. That was the goal.

My friend started out driving. We made it about 20 miles down the road and the giggles start. Next thing I know , my friend is looking at a Bob Dylan CD with both his hands and his eyes completely off the road. Somehow , I am able to grab the wheel and keep us from hitting a wall. This is enough for my friend to wig out and pull off the 99 in some shit hole town called Pixley.

The Acid is rolling hard on us now. It came on too fast for a mild trip. We are laughing hysterically and kinda freaking out on the side of the road. I decide FUCK IT . Im driving us to Santa Barbara. I hop in the drivers seat and begin laughing hysterically, but my friend puts on some Grateful Dead and I am able to get in to a flow.

I followed a Semi-truck all the way down the 99 over the Grape-vine. The Gape-Vine hills were alive and rolling . It looked like the most magical place on Earth. So colorful and vibrant. Then I remember rolling into Santa Barbara and pulling into a gas station for directions.
The Gas station owner could instantly tell I was tripping balls, and he gives me these great understandable directions using his hands. He was a good head I could tell.
We get to the concert and there are these tweaker looking dudes everywhere. They all hold up signs that say " Need tickets" but when you get up to them they are all fucking weird. the scalpers wanted like 250 for a ticket. It was very disturbing to try and deal with people strung out on heroin .
We almost got arrested 'Rushing the Gate' . I had to tell them that we were fucked up on Acid and had no fucking idea we were walking past a gate! They took my ID and bent the shit out of it and sent us away. We just tripped out, outside the concert starring at heroin addicts. These heroin addicts would be walking all fast up and down the street, then they would stop and stare at the fucking sky for like 5 minuts. It was so godamn weird.

We left the show, and almost never found my friends truck. But when we did find it, there was a cold beer waiting for each of us and a bowl of good weed. We drove back with no problem. We missed the show.

But, next week Tom Petty was playing Las Vegas. So I bought tickets online. We took off to Vegas and dropped about 6 hits of Acid in Barstow. WAaaaaay too early to eat acid in Barstow. We were barely able to drive into Vegas.... the rest of the story is the reason I have not done LSD since.
Long long story short. We missed the Tom Petty concert again and I thought Las Vegas was controlled by Satan for the next 2 years of my life. I did not come down from that Acid trip for 3 days. I am a Atheist but I grew up being forced into church. That LSD trip was religious and it did not help that my friend was seeing and hallucinating the EXACT same way as me!

I believe it is very important to trip out in groups of 3! Because 2 people will talk each other into crazed hallucinations, but a third person would be able to talk them out of it with a different view of things.

Great responses so far guys keep them coming

No such thing as double dipped blotter or ghosts..

Another time I was jumping an old farm truck off an embankment in a friends field..oh,and 5 friends in the back...almost flipped it with them in it..that's when I realized that you should never drive on lsd..ever.

I hate it when you think you've comedown enough and are good to drive, then you get on the highway and feel like your frying pretty hard again. I've learned to wait long enough now, but it's happened a lot of times in the past. Or when you drop some, and think you have enough time to drive to the store for whippets or whatever, but it hits you like a ton of bricks way quicker than anticipated. Shrooms always hit me faster than seems to be possible.

Skuxx said:

I hate it when you think you've comedown enough and are good to drive, then you get on the highway and feel like your frying pretty hard again. I've learned to wait long enough now, but it's happened a lot of times in the past. Or when you drop some, and think you have enough time to drive to the store for whippets or whatever, but it hits you like a ton of bricks way quicker than anticipated. Shrooms always hit me faster than seems to be possible.

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This one time I was with my friends I thought I was good enough to drive a couple miles down the road. We got in the car and I put it in reverse and went about 3 feet back and put it back in park. Told them I couldn't do it. 5-10 minutes later same thing happened. Got in the car put it in reverse, drove about 3 feet and put it back in park and got out. This happened about 5-6 times and finally we set sail for the Americas with a safe voyage and landing.

Shit dude I know the feeling of a trip coming on quicker than expected. One time I dropped some and went to the liquor store down the street to buy a 2 six packs of sierra Nevada. Started frying really hard when I was waiting in line and it was taking forever. I finally worked my way to the front and felt like the scene in fear and loathing in las vegas where they are attempting to check into the hotel. I showed her my ID and she rang up my beer I handed her a $20 but she didnt have enough change in the register so she apologized and said she said she had to get it from the safe. I told her to just keep the change and got out of there like a bat out of hell. Lol

craziest thing I ever did on cid was when I was in high school - I had a cavity filled at the dentist while peaking on 5 or so hits of good blotter. it is quite an interesting experience to get shots of Novocain, have a tooth drilled and filled, all while the walls are breathing and everything is going crazy. my doctor was an Indian lady with a heavy accent, and used the old fashioned glass and metal syringes, it was pretty freaky for awhile and an absolutely insane experience that made me much stronger mentally. however, I only recommend this for the extra adventurous.

^^it was a straight up fear and loathing type experience if you know what I mean

Summit you are nuts. Even though im not into nitrous I would hit that shit like a champ if I was in your shoes haha

hempyninja309 said:

Summit you are nuts. Even though im not into nitrous I would hit that shit like a champ if I was in your shoes haha

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haha yes I was pretty wild in my younger days. I had a lot of fun though, just thinking about it makes me smile and laugh

Another snowstorm story..sold two custies a sheet of geltabs and an oz of boomers..left for a rave after taking 4 gels each(I also had a friend)...coming up too quick on the 45min drive,we had to endure a crazy blizzard..big fat snowflakes coming at the window and me driving,spun as fuck..got to the rave and it had caught fire..literally..so we turned arond and went back..through the snow,again..got halfway home and the custies were freakin..both were brothers and the youngest started saying we(my friend and I) were narcs..got clost to his home to drop him off and he made me pull over and before I stopped he had his feet out the door..don't know why he freaked out,but I didn't care..I still had to drive in a blizzard..this was before the truck jumping episode,so I obviously didn't learn my lesson the 1st time..

I was at a festy with a vial of some strong L in one pocket and a 1/4 kilo of coke in my backpack. About sat. morning I noticed I started tripping really really hard. Because I wasn't new I knew to check the vial and sure enough the top had come off and half the bottle was gone. I'd sold maybe 15 hits out of it so I was on about 35 myself at this time. I would have been shitting my pants if I haven't done a thumbprint or two in my life time. To this day I swear I seen a glow and a little avatar around everybody representing what drugs they where on. I had a real interesting day I thought I was on the home stretch when I ate a bean for some odd reason and in 20 mins I went of the deep end. I thought every dog was a cop dog and the dogs were out for me and at the same time for some odd reason I thought I was being kicked out of the "family" just the worse case of paranoia I ever had. I tried to give random people my backpack to get rid of it. Finnally I took of into the woods and thru the container the coke was in into the woods. I was still screwed so I went and curled up in a ball in my tent for like 2 hours till day brake. I told a couple friends this that morning and payed him for a ride home. My acquaintances looked a little that sunday but they thought it was a B.S. story. For 3 months I tried to get a ride back but nobody believed the story or figured somebody would have found it while cleaning or looking for ground scores. At the end of summer we went back to the same location for another festy. This whole time I told everybody about it and even gave basic directions. I had already recovered the loss so I also told any of my acquaintances if they found it just let me Know and do a line with me. Well Sat. night this story came around to a complete circle when my friend who ran the roads with me came up to me and found the whole complete thing in the woods. And in good DEAD fashion he sold just enough to get to the next show then lit the whole festy up!

I was homeless and went to a club with some people and dropped acid. A little later the club shut down and everyone bounced and I was left by myself with no ride and no place to go. So I just started walking around downtown denver at 330 in the morning in a blizzard tripping my balls off. The thing that made it so eerie was the city was completely dead. Normally there are always cars and people, even at night... but there wasn't shit out but me. I ended up walking around for about 2 hours and got offered a ride by some mexican, who later offered me money if I would let him blow me, and I declined and told him to drop me off. After that I just holed up at a coffee shop until I was more or less sober, then I found a place to go to sleep.

I didn't really do anything crazy other than regular dumb shit like smoking opium in barnes n nobles a few times or smoking weed on the bus. My favorite was tripping during the day and being in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city where no one had any clue my state of mind.

I have also laid in the bed of a homeless shelter and stared at the blinking light of a smoke detector for 7 hours while listening to a santana cd in my headphones. The smoke detector was of course a space ship and the ceiling was my galaxy. I thought the shit was bunk and went to a shelter and started tripping pretty hard. At some ungodly hour in the morning I got up and was eating reeses pieces in the common room. A councilor was like wtf is he doing and she brought me into her office and looked me in the eye all serious... and asked me, are you on drugs? At first I was like here we fuckin go... going to have to lie my way out of this... but it was not to be. I don't know where it came from or why, but when she looked at me and asked that.... it triggered an explosion of laughter until my face was beat red. Needless to say, I got thrown out immediately.

jimmer6577 said:

I was at a festy with a vial of some strong L in one pocket and a 1/4 kilo of coke in my backpack. About sat. morning I noticed I started tripping really really hard. Because I wasn't new I knew to check the vial and sure enough the top had come off and half the bottle was gone. I'd sold maybe 15 hits out of it so I was on about 35 myself at this time. I would have been shitting my pants if I haven't done a thumbprint or two in my life time. To this day I swear I seen a glow and a little avatar around everybody representing what drugs they where on. I had a real interesting day I thought I was on the home stretch when I ate a bean for some odd reason and in 20 mins I went of the deep end. I thought every dog was a cop dog and the dogs were out for me and at the same time for some odd reason I thought I was being kicked out of the "family" just the worse case of paranoia I ever had. I tried to give random people my backpack to get rid of it. Finnally I took of into the woods and thru the container the coke was in into the woods. I was still screwed so I went and curled up in a ball in my tent for like 2 hours till day brake. I told a couple friends this that morning and payed him for a ride home. My acquaintances looked a little that sunday but they thought it was a B.S. story. For 3 months I tried to get a ride back but nobody believed the story or figured somebody would have found it while cleaning or looking for ground scores. At the end of summer we went back to the same location for another festy. This whole time I told everybody about it and even gave basic directions. I had already recovered the loss so I also told any of my acquaintances if they found it just let me Know and do a line with me. Well Sat. night this story came around to a complete circle when my friend who ran the roads with me came up to me and found the whole complete thing in the woods. And in good DEAD fashion he sold just enough to get to the next show then lit the whole festy up!

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Lol, that story could be movie worthy!

jimmer6577 said:

I was at a festy with a vial of some strong L in one pocket and a 1/4 kilo of coke in my backpack. About sat. morning I noticed I started tripping really really hard. Because I wasn't new I knew to check the vial and sure enough the top had come off and half the bottle was gone. I'd sold maybe 15 hits out of it so I was on about 35 myself at this time. I would have been shitting my pants if I haven't done a thumbprint or two in my life time. To this day I swear I seen a glow and a little avatar around everybody representing what drugs they where on. I had a real interesting day I thought I was on the home stretch when I ate a bean for some odd reason and in 20 mins I went of the deep end. I thought every dog was a cop dog and the dogs were out for me and at the same time for some odd reason I thought I was being kicked out of the "family" just the worse case of paranoia I ever had. I tried to give random people my backpack to get rid of it. Finnally I took of into the woods and thru the container the coke was in into the woods. I was still screwed so I went and curled up in a ball in my tent for like 2 hours till day brake. I told a couple friends this that morning and payed him for a ride home. My acquaintances looked a little that sunday but they thought it was a B.S. story. For 3 months I tried to get a ride back but nobody believed the story or figured somebody would have found it while cleaning or looking for ground scores. At the end of summer we went back to the same location for another festy. This whole time I told everybody about it and even gave basic directions. I had already recovered the loss so I also told any of my acquaintances if they found it just let me Know and do a line with me. Well Sat. night this story came around to a complete circle when my friend who ran the roads with me came up to me and found the whole complete thing in the woods. And in good DEAD fashion he sold just enough to get to the next show then lit the whole festy up!

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HAHAHA best line of the story.