quote:
Originally posted by adihash:
* wants to hear it too 
*
At the risk of plagiarizing myself [I did a search and pulled up the original: I think I'll do that more often. With the length of my posts, repeating a past one can give one a cramp ;-), so
why not be lazy? After all, it is still me and my story eh?
[I did edit it better this time, though...]
It was 65 hits, BTW. In the late 80's I had a friend who sold it by the sheet and he would come by often and dose any and all who wished it.
I was used to taking 4 to 6 hits of [what was said to be] about 150 to 200 mics; a couple of times as many as 10. [note: Yes, it
was that strong].
There was this guy who always had to one up everyone on just about anything: If you could drink a quart of vodka in 15 minutes, he could do 1 1/2 in 10 - that type of thing. Naturally, it was the kinda thing that got under my skin � in those days, at least. I had to find something �
do something, to shut his face up.
So one night a bunch of us was around, including him, when my 'hit' man friend popped by.
At some point the talk turned to acid and wild[est] trips, and such. I don't recall exactly how it got started but at some point he said that he had taken, oh something like 20 hits, which isn't unreasonable. But we all strongly doubted he did.
So my friend with the doses basically told him to put-up or shut up and he tore off a row [of 10 hits] for each of us.
I knew we were right about the dude when he hesitated for quite a while before eating his row.
A couple hours later my friend tore off another row for anyone who wanted it.
I took it right off: I was going to out do the guy no matter what it took. [I knew I could take way more than I ever had since the initial dose determines the strength of the trip - anything later only adds to the duration. But the other guy didn't know that; you could tell by just looking at the apprehension on his face, but he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone - and on acid to boot]. A couple of others took a row, as did the bragger.
An hour later, another row.
And so it went. Dude quit after the third row; he was a total wreck: he was
certain that he had taken an amount that would never wear off. What a laugh [I don't normally laugh at other's bad trips, but he really had that one coming].
Even after he quit I kept going: I wanted to be sure he saw how much more I did than him, so I wouldn't have to worry about him trying to weasel out of things somehow.
Me and this other guy [and the hit man] each had a total of about 65 hits each that night - it could have been more but he ran out [he didn't carry that much on him like that; just what he figured might be needed with a large margin for unexpected things. And this was even more unexpected than usual].
We were up most of the weekend. I couldn't tell you exactly how long, because about 15 hours into things I started drinking vodka and kool aid [I drank a lot back then; a minimum of a fifth of vodka a day].
At one point I found myself swigging the stuff straight from the bottle�.
Sometime later � it�s all still mixed up and blurry � I recall throwing up into the toilet [I was later told I was in there like that for over two hours]. It was a trip �sorry about the pun ;-) � that much I remember. See, the Kool aide I was mixing the vodka with earlier was my usual mix: Tropical Punch�.It was red [
red] and I remember that I kept thinking I was vomiting blood � though it didn�t bother me. Neither did the vomiting itself, IIRC.
So, there it is. The story in all it�s updated and newly edited glory!
2002-10-27, 21:57
lsd question