Well I think this is quite a story maybe some of ya might agree. At the time I was fresh out of high school and had alot of time of my hands. Because whats better to celebrate freedom than nothing but alot of drugs right? I was buying nothing but acid for about 6 months and in the time I consumed 57 hits of acid. I had fricken fantastic times and I had some pretty freaky trips. This is one of those trips that did not go as planned. It was around 7pm I estimate and I called we'll call him J, he's one of those friends that have been friends with for years and we give eachother shit all the time, but him being a dealer means he hooks me up much more than I do him. But that just shows, as others probaly know it's awsome having a dealer as a good friend. So he had just got some new acid and was gonna give me one. It was a saturday night and we each drop one in his driveway we're waiting for S, but he's taking his damn sweet time on a date so we take a walk. On that walk S drives by and picks us up. So J and me are in the back seat not really blasted off just yet but we're ready to go at any second. J then pulls out a bowl and we smoke two. I start to get the laughing sensation right before you start tripping. S puts on pink floyd the wall which is awsome but the girl he was with seemed pissed off. Maybe it was the drugs but she was giving me a bad jolt and the cd skipping was freaking me out too. I feel this although small but still bad feeling led me into the bad trip that was to come, it didnt cause it, but it surely helped. Everything goes alright she lived like 2 hours away so when I get home Im straight tripping balls. Then it hits me like a crippie G bong after a tolerance break. Tomorrow's sunday, thats father's day, and I had prior plans to see batman begins with my dad. Which is a good time for advice to future trippers, don't do acid if you have anything, anything to do the next dayt. I could only hope I could come down before that came. But this was strong acid. People who did cid all their lives said they never found such strong acid. I have doubts I will ever find such a strong blotter. Although in those 6 months I got those blotters numerous times. So fast foward to 4pm sunday. Im still fricken tripping actully just about peaking. Now im faced with a choice I can go and just not talk, or I can think of an excuse and be able to explain it clearly within conversation. I choose just to go. We get to the theater an hour early so we have to wait another hour. Its opening weekend for batman begins on a sunday. It is packed. And I am honestly scared. me and my dad started playing time crisis. But that was freaking my out. I gave him my tokens and dicided to sit down the rest of the 50 minutes. Everybody looks like a new species and was talking a different language. A cop walked by and that was too much, when he got by and I saw he was coming back and not going out the exit. I got up without thinking and just stuck with my dad. Fast forward to movie. Anybody with knowledge of psychedelics and have seen batman begins might tell you the fear chemical scarecrow uses is pretty similar at times of acid. Everything was scaring the fuck out of me. At one point batman needs to get katie holmes an antedote or her mind will snap, I thought that was me pretty much if batman doesnt get me the cure in time I'll stay like this the rest of my life. Which (more advice) thinking that is one of the worste things you can think. Im a guy and I'll admit without caring I was so close to just straight up crying. We get out of the movie and on the car ride I just have my head turned right, away from my father and am just balling. I say dont judge until yee have a bad trip. The car ride seemed like it took hours but finally we were home. I saw a neigbor I smoke with every now and then and go to her house. They were listening to hip hop and it wasnt flowing so me having the wall the 2nd cd on me I ask to put it in and they do. And comfortably numb is fucking with my head. When he says "can you stand up" I stand up and start pacing. But nobody is really paying attention to me. I walk out on the patio and turn back in the doorway trying to calm down. Having a beer in my hand I had no prior knowledge of how I got a hold of did not help. I put my wrist against the doorway that rubber part that makes the seal. Then as I pull my hand away I slide it down and I swear it cut me open I saw my wrist bleeding and thought I was going to die. This is already a long post sorry. But I'll sum it up. Scarecrow was talking to me till I went to sleep 2 days later. I listened to the wall many times. Scarecrow pulled my face off then convinced me I was dead. Which made me feel like a rotting zombie, I just felt like shit. I was taking a shower every hour. To this day half the time I hear comfortably numb I have an acid flashback. It was pretty fucked up. Once again sorry for the long post but I think its a good story. Any comments?