I last night I had the worst acid trip. I figured I would take acid alone, I figuered I could handle it. Oh dear jesus was I wrong. I took three hits, and started tripping in a good hour . The come up was awesome, such a nice fun happy time. Then, I got anialiated. I couldn't remember anything, and all of a sudden I rememberd that people look like reall colorful traffic cones with faces, and squiggly arms and legs. I was satisfied with what i had thought and got up to use the bathroom. When I saw my reflection in my mirror, I was horrified, I was horribly disfigured. (Of course I looked perfectly normal.) My whole world had been turned upside down, up was down, down was cone, some heavy shit. So I broke down in tears and cried for a good 25 minute's. My phone begins to ring, and its my mom. Here's how the conversation went: Me: Mom look in the mirror. Mom: Why? Me: just fucking do it. Mom: *** are you on something. (Snapping back to sobriety) Me: *laughs* No , I'm just kidding around with you, I got to go I'll be by tommorow. I just veged-out the rest of my trip and passed out.