On July 4, 2019, I took two hits of acid a friend had given me a few weeks before. Each hit was a piece of white blotter paper that was the width of a stick of chewing gum but half the length. Each blotter had two visible drops of liquid from a vial on them. He told me that they were dosed at 110-120 mcg and that the trip arc had a long, slow rise. A “simmer,” he later put it. I don’t think that dosage claim was accurate but the description was. I dropped at 3:20 PM and didn’t peak until almost 7:00 PM when I decided to smoke some pot.
Here was this trip’s most notable moment: During my walk to the rooftop party I was going to, I saw that there was a pretty big piece of art leaning against a lamp post next to some trash about a block away from me. It was a two foot square framed painting. The painting was of the interior of a tavern with a bunch of dogs in business suits drinking at the bar. The bartender, a cat in a tuxedo, was polishing a glass. I thought this was very strange and from half a block away, I considered grabbing it and bringing it home before going to the party.
It wasn’t until I was maybe 4 feet from this painting, that I realized that it wasn’t a painting at all. It was orange plastic construction netting being held up with stakes driven into the dirt. The netting made a barrier around the lamp post which was being repaired. Inside the barrier was garbage piled to the top. I paused and laughed for a few seconds before moving on.
The rest of the trip wasn’t really eventful enough for me to write a full report. The visuals were pretty tame and minimal for the duration. The headspace was chill enough that, with some effort, I could socialize somewhat normally. Mostly I just positioned myself by the food at the party and stuffed my face at every possible moment. In the future, I don’t think I’ll go to parties on acid unless it’s an acid party. Oh, how I wish I’d get invited to an acid party. Maybe I just have to throw one.
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