

Okay so way back in 1998, I had an experience with LSD that lasted about 6-8 months. However it is really hard to say, because I took a few booster doses of LSD here and there, and after the 2nd month I ended up in the mental hospital and they started pumping me full of weird drugs – so it is hard to say if the LSD alone would have lasted that long, but for the first two months it was only LSD. It’s been over 12 years, but I was looking through some of the mental hospital paperwork yesterday and it flooded me with memories. Some of you may find this interesting, so I am posting it up for your enjoyment. Please feel free to ask any questions you want.



Below are a few snippets of stories or event that occurred – this is a small sampling – you know all the crazy stories you have from one single night of tripping? Well imagine 200 days of tripping straight LOL! So there are a ton more stories, but here are a few…



During the whole trip I kept thinking that things that I would encounter in my day to day were specifically put there for me to find and had intense significance in my life – TV shows were talking Directly to me, a scrap of paper blowing by my feet in the wind contains vitally important coded information that requires my puzzle-solving skills to decipher.



H&%e Farm – the Orange Juice

This is where it all started - at a farm way out in the Florida orange groves, a three day private festival. I ran into my friend Gary who had travelled with the Dead for 8 years in the 80s and he had a jug of orange juice in his hands “wanna get spun?” “okay, do you have any little cups with you?” “cups? Naw man, just sip from the jug” “That’s Totally Unsanitary!!!” “Okay, sorry then, no cups my brother…” “Fuck it.” He handed me the jug and I took a few deep gulps. This is the point where he tells me there’s a half gram soaked into the jug, and when he said SIP, he meant a tiny SIP. Many years later we sat down and tried to figure out the microgram to milliliter dosing on the orange juice, and it seems like I probably got inbetween 15-30 milligrams of LSD (about 150-300 doses). Within about 5 minutes the whole world was painted in cartoon fractals. I remember sitting down in my tent, and no sooner than I had sat down, then my entire visual field was covered in these cartoon fractals, in nice pastel colors…Much of the rest of the weekend was a blur. I walked around with my friend Mike and we had some really deep and bonding conversations – at no point did I ever feel scared or in danger – it was totally beautiful. Luckily I hadn’t driven to the party, so my friends go me hone safe and sound.



Meeting Chuck

At some point over the weekend I met Chuck. I had brought out some sheets of LSD and I ended up trading him for some hash oil he had gotten from his father. We exchanged numbers and it turned out later on that we had very similar interests. His dad would bring these vacuum sealed 5lb bags of hash oil back from Jamaica and then give them to Chuck for $500 for the whole 5lbs. I was able to get him cheap and copious amounts of psychedelics – this turned into an interesting yet short-lived venture.



Probation/Passport

It is interesting to note that for the entire duration of this story I was on probation for selling pot. Somehow I never got violated for this whole LSD adventure – HOW I will never know…At some point over the trip, I was able to get a hold of a friend’s passport and I was planning to just flee the country if I needed to…



Beer Bong & the 20 strip

At one point after getting home from the Farm Party, my girlfriend (at the time) and I went over to our neighbors. I’ve never been much of a drinker. Over at our neighbors house they were doing beer bongs. Before we walked into their place though, I had eaten a 20-strip of white fluff. During the stay at our neighbors, someone convinced me to do a beer bong – long story short I got made fun of for being able to handle 20 hits, but the beer bong ANNIHILATED me!



Bargain Trader/French Tiles phone call

At some point I got very interested in selling legitimate goods (like not LSD anymore LOL). Some how I thought I could use the Bargain Trader (a little classified ads paper) as my New Job. I was going to find items of value sold by someone and then sell them to those looking for those items…great plan huh? So somehow I ended up talking to some guy with Rare Books. He could probably tell I was way spun and somehow he started hinting that the rare books he was selling actually were these French tiles – and though he didn’t come out and say it he seemed to be indicating that he had LSD for sale. I was like Dude I’ve got more than I need, and I’m trying to get out of that and into something legit, but thanks! To this day – 12 years later I still wonder about this call and how that all came to be. I was still taking LSD in big pieces here and there until my best friend Scotty took the paper all away from me (for my own good). I was basially convinced that no matter how much LSD I ate, as long as it was clean fluff, it would never ever hurt me – no matter what. And in some senses I was right – my body exhibited no organic damage, and to this day I am very healthy.



The Oil

The hash oil began to really get everywhere in our house. It was super sticky and my girlfriend at one point banned it from our house. It was all over our clothes, our kitchen, our bedroom, cars, everywhere! At one point we made some hash with the oil and filled a 1970s hookah all the way to the top – we started smoking it in the AM and kept it going all day long. We had people coming in and out of the house all day and the hookah was going strong until early that evening it seemed! (it could’ve been re-packed, but I’m not sure…). We ended up getting some trim from a local grower and with all the sugary clippings from the buds we made a powder and poured the hash oil onto the powder, mixed, and made big bricks of nice quality hash.



Channel 60 – closed circuit TV

Our TV had a channel on it that was a live feed from the gate of our apartment complex. So you could see everyone who was coming into the complex. I would sit for hours and just have Channel 60 on watching for cops or whatever. If you came over to my house, most likely we had on channel 60 – I’m not much of a TV watcher, but I was addicted to channel 60…



$40K deal at the Park

At some point during the trip I had a friend ask me for $40K worth of herb. I sat down with him and his “brother” but I got a really weird vibe from the other guy. I must have had my sensory equipment functioning pretty good, because I told them I’d look into it for them, but just dropped it instantly in my head. I pretty much forgot about it until I was in the mental hospital later on. I talked to my good friend Scotty and apparently it was all over the news that there was a shoot out at a local park. The cops had tried to buy $40K worth of herb, from a guy we actually knew – he didn’t realize it was the cops and went to rob the buyers. I was glad I stayed miles away from that one!



The Girls and the crystal

Okay so this is a pivotal moment in the story. At one point – I had been tripping for all of February, all of March and then the first week of April on LSD only. I DID take several booster doses the first week, but after that I pretty much chilled and just let the effects wash over me…So one night these two girls end up on the couch in my apartment – I don’t know who they were, never seen them before or after. We’re talking and at some point one of them says they can get crystal, by the gram for cheap. And they have some. I was like okay let me check some out. They put down a small pile of crystal, probably only the size of a match-head, which I snorted. Turns out this crystal is NOT crystal LSD – it is crystal METH ! Oh fucking no!!!!!



Within moments of doing the bump I felt myself getting really high. So high that I was losing comprehension of the things going on around me. Information was coming at me so fast I could not process it. And the understanding of concepts or words others were speaking would be there for a moment when I heard the words, but seconds later I would feel the comprehension moving away in waves and a few moments later I had forgotten totally what was being said. This was an infinitely uncomfortable place to find myself in. Up until now I could function and interact with the world in a somewhat approaching normal manner – at this point that all goes out the door. I realize how far gone I am and by the morning I am no better. I ask my friend Scotty, please,



Take me to the hospital –

Unfortunately my friends could no longer keep me “cool.” At this point I felt my only option was to go to the hospital – probably the worst decision of my life I think. My friend took me to the Emergency Room at the local hospital. Once I was in there I immediately got a really overwhelming bad vibe. I wanted to GO! But there was as security guard and he was kinda blocking me from leaving…I’m not sure if he would have really stopped me from leaving, but I felt at that moment that he was keeping me prisoner here now against my will. Eventually I was taken in the back and they strapped me down to a table. They gave me sedatives (that didn’t work) and then cops came in the room. One of them looked at me, looked through a folder and was like “Yeah we know this guy.” Things got pretty weird for a bit and eventually I was transferred to the 4th floor lock-down at a local Psychiatric Hospital. So now I’m pretty much the craziest guy on the locked down psych ward – just great!



Psych place Staff – Peggy Miracle, Wilma, Mel, Dr. Shapiro

I created all kinds of conspiracy theories and some included the staff at the hospital. I thought each one of the staff was a “plant” from someone I knew on the outside – these people looked similar and were reporting back to the real people I knew on how things were. Wilma the nurse was Wilma from Fred Flintstone, Mel a male nurse was a plant for Melissa, my roommate. Peggy Miracle was the head administrator at the hospital – now c’mon her name is really Miracle???? I couldn’t believe that!



The Importance of being Ernest and other patients

I also created several conspiracies around the other patients, who were also somehow working together to report back on my progress to some Psychedelic Oversight Committee – like this was all some big initiation, a test that many people had gone through, and now I was going through it. I was convinced the other patients were doctors, and the doctors were patients – it was super crazy. At this point they started giving me all kinds of medications to bring me down, sedatives, anti-psychotics, so my mood got really sad and I started feeling weird. I also was having a lot of trouble discerning dream from reality. I would be dreaming and it would feel so real then I would wake up and it would be so surreal!



Cosmic Alignment – sandwiches in plants

Get to this one later…





Friends and Family phone card – at one point another patient gave me a phone card that said Friends & Family – and it was like a revelation – I realized that I needed to categorize people into friends or Family – and I went on with that for a LONG time



Everything is gone – Roommate took everything.

At one point I got a call from my girlfriend and our roommate had changed the locks on her and she had all our stuff. I was really philosophical and was like – it’s okay it’s just stuff we’ll get it all back again. She told me that some of it was not replaceable, things from her mother, family heirlooms, etc. I kinda understood, but it didn’t really sink in until later that ALL MY STUFF was gone – I now had to basically start totally over. I had over $20K in hash oil, LSD and cannabis there that disappeared. I had some original autographs from all the Beatles, a signed pic with Mickey Mantle, Joe Dimaggio, and Casey Stengel, and a TON of great original comics from when I was a kid including the Death of Superman and the proposal to Lois Lane…and the kicker – all the copies of all my art from when I was growing up – some really cool stuff all gone. (And the art stuff probably just went to the trash!)



Getting out –

So eventually after 30 days, I am still tripping hard – the hospital couldn’t really help me out. My insurance only covered a 30-day stay, so crazy or not – I had to go. Mel the nurse told me that I was in the RSU and asked if I knew what that stood for, “I don’t know Us or You?” as in, it was either me or him, so I had to! But was told it was the Rapid Stabilization Unit – I could not be stabilized. So they told my parents that I had to be taken out of Florida and put under 24 hour supervision. They knew I had stuff stashed and didn’t want me just disappearing. So I was sent to stay out of state with my grandparents for about 2 months.



The Mall –

Immediately after getting out of the hospital my mom took me to the mall. Once I got there I was convinced that the DEA was everywhere and they were following me. I saw guys in suits and imagined ear pieces. I slipped away from my mom and hid out. I went to a pay phone and made a call to someone. I forget who it was to, but I remember the call flipped me out, it seemed to be connecting things that should not be connected. I quickly left the mall and dashed across the street and began wandering the stores across the street. Unbelievably one of my mom’s friends happened to walk into one of the stores and saw me. She grabbed me and asked if I was alright. I probably babbled some barely-comprehensible thing about the DEA or whatever. Eventually she got me back to my mom.



The baseball game

That same night my mom took me to a baseball game. The whole time people around us were talking and I could hear their conversations clearly. No matter what their conversations were on the surface, I was 100% certain that they all referred to me and that they were deciding very important things about me and my future. They were somehow connected to the Psychedelic Oversight committee, and deciding my fate.



First Festival/Journey to the Glades School bus

So after getting back from my grandparents place out of state, I came back to my home state to try to get a grip and put my life back together. It was a really hard time for me. I was beginning to piece things together, but it wasn’t until I totally stopped all the psych meds – especially Thorazine which made me feel like an empty shell of a zombie – that I was able to begin rebuilding my personality and my life. In fact around September of that year I went to a festival with some friends – my first time back out since the whole trip started.



Once we hit the festival lot I somehow ended up outside a big psychedelically painted school bus with people chilling on couches outside around a fire. All of a sudden I hear my name – Hey! I can’t believe it’s you! How are you doing? Come on the bus, check it out, it’s ours! It turns out the bus belongs to an old girlfriend of mine from high-school and she was there at the festival with a huge amount of LSD moving it from their bus. The inside of the bus was beautiful, it had been totally converted and looked like a sweet apartment inside. She gave me a few red gel tabs which was the first time I had LSD in my hands in a long time.



I meditated for a while outside under the stars with that L. I really wasn’t sure – should I do this????? I came to a place inside myself where I felt it was the right thing to do. I ate 2 of the red gellies and said a little prayer to the universe to keep me safe. I believe that the next 8 hours were extremely formative for me and helped me to really integrate my experience and put it into perspective for me. I came out of the trip with a much clearer mind and a determination to set myself right. I had been told at the hospital that I would never be able to do things like go to school, hold a job, or even read a book again. I’ve always been a little nerdy, so the book thing hurt. I read my first book after the LSD experience and it took me a while, but that was the beginning building block for me. I realized that my mind could beat the diagnosis these doctors gave me and that I was going to be fine if I worked at it.



Reintegration

Over the next few months I put a lot of puzzle pieces back into place in my life. Eventually I started college again and also working. Now 12 years later, I think it would be near impossible for anyone to know just how crazy I was years ago…I’m pretty much camouflaged, short neat hair, mostly regular clothes, normal, 9 to 5 job…I blend nicely now and definitely do not stand out…I guess you never really know what the guy next to you went through unless he tells you…



Okay so here is from the Recent LSD Prints thread that got me thinking again about this...

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dwpineal said:

Man I went and dug these out of my closet - I tell you just going through all the paperwork was flooding me with memories. A lot of the funniest stuff was on the same page with really moving personal info - so I just grabbed what I was somewhat comfortable with...I won't leave these up for long, but just for community enlightenment -



Consent to Acknowledge Your Presence Here (Patient Unable To Sign)





Authorization to Treat (Patient Unable to sign)





Discharge Planning page 1 (note: I never went to Harvard LOL)





Discharge Planning page 2









okay and here is from later on in the thread, but I figured I'd copy it here for good measure...

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I actually went into my computer and found the listing of my stories and I have a ton of them. What I did is list a few words to remind me of each story - those few words should be enough for a few paragraphs to a whole chapter each I'd bet!



I have a text file with 11 pages of these "phrase notes" from my life...So I found the section for this I called it the Long Strange Trip, here is the Phrase note listing, if you see anything you want expanded on let me know I'll write it out (a lot we've already gone over, some I had forgotten (thanks text file!)-



The Long Strange Trip – Feb-Sept 98

-Marty’s Bob Marley fest bus-trip turntables on the bus

-Jamiroqui, Justin H., no one wants to get off the bus, escorted in by the cops

-Justin freaks out

-H$#@e Farm

-Meeting Chuck

-Marty loses it, moves out – accuses me of hypnotizing him

-Back to the apartment

-The beer bong

-Scotty takes away last half sheet of fluff – he was pretty sure I’d eat it

-dumpster diving with the sergeant’s wife

-Postal uniform score

-Time travel

-Nick and his “brother” – Park set up with the cops – hear about in hospital, also on the news

-oil to solid production party – everyone eats “diamonds” rolls

-new sponges and oil is banned from the apartment

-Bringing a check into Advance

-Meet girls from philly

-The hospital

-Everyone’s representing Wilma, Mel, Peggy Miracle

-TV craziness

-Probation call- basically no violation

-Ice cream in drawer

-fake meds

-fake rabbi

-van driver

-Dr.’s say never read again, go to school have a job

-released insurance ran out

-Lost at the mall

-Phone call Corinne

-Found by mom’s friend

-Baseball game

-went to grandparent’s out of state

-Thorazine emptiness

-snuck a call to Scotty, brother’s arrest

-Came home to dad’s

-starting to get a handle on the mental set

-Eventually get my peanut butter jar from Johnny, and accidentally throw it out.







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Edited by dwpineal (04/02/10 03:45 PM)



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