[SuicidalSpaz]

Hey guys, Spaz here.

So, Saturday night was fun.


I decided to purchase 5 hits of acid. Got off work and called J. J said they were leaving for seaside ( beach town 15 minutes away) and to hurry up if I wanted a ride. I arrived just in time, and we were to meet M at his place. His mom knows we trip and smoke, and is fine with it.

So I purchased 5 tabs of Acid, plain white paper wrapped in Tin Foil. Half way there, Myself, J ( the driver) and S ( black dude, first time tripping) all dropped our hits. S took 2, J took 3, and I took all 5.

We arrived, and M took his 3. We then put on Fear and Loathing.

I would say after an hour, we were beginning to peak. I was tripping so insanely Hard. D was at M's house, but was just drinking beer.

We took a walk to the beach ( 1 block away). It was insanely foggy. By this point, we were all tripping mad hard ladies and gentlemen. We were on the beach for a good hour and a half, just talking and explaining shit.

The fog around me swirled, and was filled with bright neon colors. The sky was too, and I couldn't see the ocean- none of us could. But the sound of the ocean was simply amazing. We all felt great.

We began walking back, and we ran out of cigarettes. S was tripping for his first time, so he was not going to 7 eleven for stoges. J was feeling too good, and wanted to relax ( he began tripping really hard). Myself and M were the experienced trippers.

But could we walk 3 blocks to 7 eleven, at 1am? Cops driving around, and could we walk into 7 eleven with 5 hits in me, and 3 in him?

He began buggin' when he reached the end of his driveway. 2 cops drove by on the main road, and he wouldn't go. We really neede cigarettes.

So I went to D, who was only drunk. He reluctantly went with me.

Everyone was shocked. Could I walk into seven eleven and buy cigarettes for everyone? Would I fuck up? Would they know?

We reached the store. D turned to me and asked " Are you sure you're ready?"

Me: D, there's no such thing as ready. You know as soon as you walk in, everything goes wrong. It's all about how well you can adapt to the new problem.

D: God damn you're fucked up.

We walked in, and I right away threw my ID on the counter top, and asked for 3 packs of newports. The lady repeated my name in a weird accent, then asked if I was polish. I told her I was, and things got weird.

She began flirting with me, and talking in polish. The words in polish came out of her mouth, literally. I could read them.


I got the stoges ( and a pack of wine black n milds) and got the fuck out. We walked back.

Everyone was chillin' and still tripping hard ( especially me). We took a second walk to the beach. Coming straight at us on the sidewalk was a group of 4 people.

We ran into them, and found out those 4 people were tripping on Acid too!

We invited them to the beach, and they came. We ran into a group of 4 really drunk kids, and were invited back to their beach house.

Arriving at the beach house, the large group entered. Bud was passed around in a bong, beer pong was played by those not tripping, and we all laughed and had a good time.

We arrived back at M's around 7am. I had work at 4pm, and had to close. Work absolutely sucked. I couldn't wait to get some sleep.


I kept it kinda short, but there was a lot of conversation ( deep shit), and a lot of cool things. Sidewalks had bugs on em, the sand turned to faces, The cat began talking to me, and just colors. Colors fucking everywhere, everywhere.

All of us had positive experiences, and it was within my top 5 trips.


I'm currently waiting on 2 grams of blow, but plan on tripping in a few weeks again.