The Real Peter Parker
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Alright here's the story. We got this fire FIRE FIRE acid from California, and 1 hit is some intense visuals with a quite strong head high, no effect on the feelings of your body. Well I guess it kind of made coughing really unreasonably harsh [the same cough would feel like a big deal, not like it hurt but maybe it was my head making it seem like coughing really really sucked on Lucy.] And also if you had to piss a little bit or a lot you would be less likely noticeable of this feeling to piss, to eat, etc. Anyways some fire doses and my friend S and I had been dosing for a while sometimes 2 hits, sometimes 1. Eventually my roommate approached both of us [C, my roommate, smoked some weed before, like a few years, but not very experienced with drugs, and never had his own 'stoner crew' I guess you could call it] and wanted to trip. Since I took 2 hits the first time I ever tripped acid, [which was also on this acid.] I told him "Take 2 hits man." At this point S was on 2 hits, I was on 1, we were maybe 2 hours in at 4pm. C had class at 6 so he said he'd wait until after that, and I told him find us. Anyways come to 5:50, I'm trippin', S is trippin' balls, and I help S sell him 2 hits. He doses, me and S are dosed, take him outside, about 2 hours we watch the grass grow and chainsmoke, and it's cool, and I suggest going to V's apartment. ^C's class was cancelled.
They all agree, so I call up V, it's about 8 pm on a tuesday, he answers and he was sitting on some of the same stuff to save until Friday that I sold him, he says Fuck it, I'm dosing tonight, you guys come on by. So we go by, my roommate's starting on his peak, and then we proceed to smoke a shit ton of weed. This brings me back to higher than my earlier peak. I'm trippin balls, kaleidoscopes, fireworks,[hard to explain, the kaeidoscopes totally close if you watch them long enough for me, and as they spin in a very small area, the colors flash by] and lots of movement. But yeah I'm trippin balls and making an ass of myself at V's apartment. I narrate the situation, and can't shut up. My roommate is laying on V's bed, and talks to us none. He says he's ok, just taking it all in when we talk to him. I realize V has my NES at his apt. and I tell him to click on Mario 3. V and his girl hare coming up. C freaks out, says this is too much I gotta go outside for a smoke.
He would have recovered, if it weren't for what came up next.
We went outside to follow C, me and S, and there were a couple derkuhs [arabs or something] out there talking in a foreign language. We keep to ourselves, having idle conversations. Faster than the speed of time, all of a sudden there are fucking 14-16 arabs out there arguing in a foreign language. And of course I was laughing my ass off, and a few of them directed their attention to our group of 3 cigarette smokers. My roommate takes off running, S's girlfriend is fighting about some stupid regular relationship bullshit and he's starting to trip out [over the cell phone], and I try to grab a grip of what the fuck is going on.
I tell S that C just took off running back to our dorm, and we follow him. I text v to tell him we gotta go he's freaking out and I don't know how to describe it happened while it happened that I texted him or it happened after it happened, but I was fully disconnected from consciousness? but anyways we eventually get to the room and he's in there on his bed trippin. He seems cool. He was happy and not having a bad trip. Then he said there's mushrooms growing from the ceiling. [I think to myself...I'm getting a psychedelic high, and he's over there fucking hallucinating fully-blown.] Then he gets up and says, "Let me go find that girl [he said some name]" and we tell him Dude, if you don't want her to know you trip acid talk to her tomorrow, there's no way you'll be straight.
Fast forward to us playing with the cat me and s. C is in his bed being silent. We are trying to snap him out of it and get him involved in the situation as we begin to find out that he's starting to trip out again. He gets out of bed and watches us play with the cat. [tracers] Then he says that's a trip man, and totally 100% dives onto the floor. It looked like he thought he was going to go through the floor and into a pool of deep water or something. He gets up and we try to explain to him that he just had a fucking seizure. He says no I'm cool now, and begins to play on his bass guitar. Then he gets a blank stare on his eyes and hold the guitar out at arm's length, drops it, and dives onto the floor again.
He wakes up pissed, [about 3 seconds later] grabs his car keys, and starts screaming I'm going to mcDonalds and we start tellin him no dude you can't right now we can go get you some food, and he busts out the door, like he's on fucking PCP. We run after him, but he's tall and skinny, fit, and me and s are short, and not fat, but definitely un-fit as possible, stereotypical stoners ha ha. He's gone after we get to the outside of the building, nowhere to be found. Mc Donalds is 5 blocks away, and we though he was gonna drive his car or something we were trippin out, so we start running to mcdonalds. I look back towards campus, and I see a tall skinny shit run from behind the corner of a building about 2 steps into my line of vision stops for about a quarter of a second evaluating his surroundings and runs back the way he came. So me and s with powerful stiches in the side run back towards who we think is c. it's very fucking dark, There is only one person around and they are acting normal, so at first we assume that's not him and try to look for C. Then the normal person says what's up guys and it was c my roommate. We said dude you freaked out are you cool he's like yeah I'm cool now. I asked him if he's fucked up and he said not too much anymore. We begin leading him back to our room to wait it out a little longer before we let him out again.
We're just having a conversation and then he says "Yeah, that's cool but I'm gonna go this way." and runs away out towards broadway, which runs at 35 mph, and he's in front of the most prominent expensive and oldest building on campus. I guess the 'figurehead' building, but it is architectured out like pimp my house, and it's the place where the president's office, etc. is. We find him rolling around in the grass pulling out huge ass clumps of it, looks like he's peaking on the biggest comprehensible dose of MDMA. We get him to snap out of it and tell him to come back to the room. We are walking back by this building and he gets a blank stare on his face. I tell S he's gonna have another seizure, so we try to get him to snap out of it. He brushes by us like we were nothing and starts running top speed and leaps into a fucking window and breaks it with his head. I was sure an alarm had gone off so I started screaming at him at the top of my lungs get back to the fucking room now. You will die or get arrested or something. He doesn't know what's going on at all. He starts running down locust [a street perpendicular to broadway] towards broadway. S finally goes and gets him and he tells me to quit yelling at him. We finally got him back up to the room, where he pissed himself in his bed, and then got into my bed and pissed himself there as well before I knew what happened. He looked into the mirror and said "I am the bad trip" about 150 times. Then he explained to us "It's logic." logiclogiclogiclogiclogic about 100 times. Then he spun around and reacted to shit that wasn't even happening.
He picked up a beer bottle and attempted to smash it against the bedpost and I grabbed it out of his hand and he forgot what he was doing. It was an epic catch. He tried to eat dice. He took a spoon and started scooping out of an empty cigarette pack and thought he was really eating. Then he was up on his bed and threw a plate at s. I told s it could have just as easily been a brick and he wouldn't have felt bad about it. Then he grabbed some vitamins and ate about 50 in one bite. Then he started getting a blank stare again so I stood in front of him and tried to get him to snap out of it. He slapped me in the face, came back to reality, and said OH shit sorry dude, I didn't mean- and then he was fucking doing the 'c thang' as it came to be known.
That's only half of the story, but included the major events. I don't know how clear the meaning is, so ask questions I should answer.
They all agree, so I call up V, it's about 8 pm on a tuesday, he answers and he was sitting on some of the same stuff to save until Friday that I sold him, he says Fuck it, I'm dosing tonight, you guys come on by. So we go by, my roommate's starting on his peak, and then we proceed to smoke a shit ton of weed. This brings me back to higher than my earlier peak. I'm trippin balls, kaleidoscopes, fireworks,[hard to explain, the kaeidoscopes totally close if you watch them long enough for me, and as they spin in a very small area, the colors flash by] and lots of movement. But yeah I'm trippin balls and making an ass of myself at V's apartment. I narrate the situation, and can't shut up. My roommate is laying on V's bed, and talks to us none. He says he's ok, just taking it all in when we talk to him. I realize V has my NES at his apt. and I tell him to click on Mario 3. V and his girl hare coming up. C freaks out, says this is too much I gotta go outside for a smoke.
He would have recovered, if it weren't for what came up next.
We went outside to follow C, me and S, and there were a couple derkuhs [arabs or something] out there talking in a foreign language. We keep to ourselves, having idle conversations. Faster than the speed of time, all of a sudden there are fucking 14-16 arabs out there arguing in a foreign language. And of course I was laughing my ass off, and a few of them directed their attention to our group of 3 cigarette smokers. My roommate takes off running, S's girlfriend is fighting about some stupid regular relationship bullshit and he's starting to trip out [over the cell phone], and I try to grab a grip of what the fuck is going on.
I tell S that C just took off running back to our dorm, and we follow him. I text v to tell him we gotta go he's freaking out and I don't know how to describe it happened while it happened that I texted him or it happened after it happened, but I was fully disconnected from consciousness? but anyways we eventually get to the room and he's in there on his bed trippin. He seems cool. He was happy and not having a bad trip. Then he said there's mushrooms growing from the ceiling. [I think to myself...I'm getting a psychedelic high, and he's over there fucking hallucinating fully-blown.] Then he gets up and says, "Let me go find that girl [he said some name]" and we tell him Dude, if you don't want her to know you trip acid talk to her tomorrow, there's no way you'll be straight.
Fast forward to us playing with the cat me and s. C is in his bed being silent. We are trying to snap him out of it and get him involved in the situation as we begin to find out that he's starting to trip out again. He gets out of bed and watches us play with the cat. [tracers] Then he says that's a trip man, and totally 100% dives onto the floor. It looked like he thought he was going to go through the floor and into a pool of deep water or something. He gets up and we try to explain to him that he just had a fucking seizure. He says no I'm cool now, and begins to play on his bass guitar. Then he gets a blank stare on his eyes and hold the guitar out at arm's length, drops it, and dives onto the floor again.
He wakes up pissed, [about 3 seconds later] grabs his car keys, and starts screaming I'm going to mcDonalds and we start tellin him no dude you can't right now we can go get you some food, and he busts out the door, like he's on fucking PCP. We run after him, but he's tall and skinny, fit, and me and s are short, and not fat, but definitely un-fit as possible, stereotypical stoners ha ha. He's gone after we get to the outside of the building, nowhere to be found. Mc Donalds is 5 blocks away, and we though he was gonna drive his car or something we were trippin out, so we start running to mcdonalds. I look back towards campus, and I see a tall skinny shit run from behind the corner of a building about 2 steps into my line of vision stops for about a quarter of a second evaluating his surroundings and runs back the way he came. So me and s with powerful stiches in the side run back towards who we think is c. it's very fucking dark, There is only one person around and they are acting normal, so at first we assume that's not him and try to look for C. Then the normal person says what's up guys and it was c my roommate. We said dude you freaked out are you cool he's like yeah I'm cool now. I asked him if he's fucked up and he said not too much anymore. We begin leading him back to our room to wait it out a little longer before we let him out again.
We're just having a conversation and then he says "Yeah, that's cool but I'm gonna go this way." and runs away out towards broadway, which runs at 35 mph, and he's in front of the most prominent expensive and oldest building on campus. I guess the 'figurehead' building, but it is architectured out like pimp my house, and it's the place where the president's office, etc. is. We find him rolling around in the grass pulling out huge ass clumps of it, looks like he's peaking on the biggest comprehensible dose of MDMA. We get him to snap out of it and tell him to come back to the room. We are walking back by this building and he gets a blank stare on his face. I tell S he's gonna have another seizure, so we try to get him to snap out of it. He brushes by us like we were nothing and starts running top speed and leaps into a fucking window and breaks it with his head. I was sure an alarm had gone off so I started screaming at him at the top of my lungs get back to the fucking room now. You will die or get arrested or something. He doesn't know what's going on at all. He starts running down locust [a street perpendicular to broadway] towards broadway. S finally goes and gets him and he tells me to quit yelling at him. We finally got him back up to the room, where he pissed himself in his bed, and then got into my bed and pissed himself there as well before I knew what happened. He looked into the mirror and said "I am the bad trip" about 150 times. Then he explained to us "It's logic." logiclogiclogiclogiclogic about 100 times. Then he spun around and reacted to shit that wasn't even happening.
He picked up a beer bottle and attempted to smash it against the bedpost and I grabbed it out of his hand and he forgot what he was doing. It was an epic catch. He tried to eat dice. He took a spoon and started scooping out of an empty cigarette pack and thought he was really eating. Then he was up on his bed and threw a plate at s. I told s it could have just as easily been a brick and he wouldn't have felt bad about it. Then he grabbed some vitamins and ate about 50 in one bite. Then he started getting a blank stare again so I stood in front of him and tried to get him to snap out of it. He slapped me in the face, came back to reality, and said OH shit sorry dude, I didn't mean- and then he was fucking doing the 'c thang' as it came to be known.
That's only half of the story, but included the major events. I don't know how clear the meaning is, so ask questions I should answer.
i still kinda liked it though now that i think about it lol
