I took a Hit of Acid and Didn't Come Down
 

I took a Hit of Acid,
And Didn't Come Down,
I took a Hit of Acid,
And Now the Moons,
Circling Around,
I wanna Turn From Evil,
And Let my mind be sound,
I'm looking for love,
And It's nowhere to be found.

you finish this poem...

we know.

I have no problem believing that. 'Splains a lot...

JB, have you ever taken acid?

twice and that's the second song i wrote about it

Yeah. That figures. The overwhelming desire to write up your trip really starts to fade around month four of a bender :p

I think it's completely awesome that you have both 1.) been on a 4-month acid bender, and 2.) been elected to public office. UK > US in this regard.

I doubt I'd have been elected if any of my past indiscretions had come to light :p

There's not all that much press scrutiny of local councillors. From time to time there'll be a minor scandal or scoop, but they've invariably come from info leaked by the candidate's own party.

I didn't grow up around here. My youthful follies were left on the other side of the Pennines.

It's still awesome.

Our politicians are allowed to be atheists.
And gays.

Doesn't make them any better.

Well, that's two things they don't need to lie about anyway, helps keeps the dissembling manageable.

thing about acid.... if you're already kind of nuts, and you take it.... it makes you REALLY nuts. I've encountered many a tweaker that had no business messing around with that shit.

Acid taught me a very important lesson in life: don't take acid. It fucks with your sense of reality.

We used to refer to those people as "acid casualties." They might have been okay before they started, but it's impossible to tell now...

Acid taught me a very important lesson in life:


don't take acid.

What about gaytheists?

True that.

I mean, that's the point, isn't it?

Clearly, JBK just need a good hit of antacid. Mylanta, anyone?

They probably weren't okay before they started. Acid won't cause schizophrenia, but it can trigger it in a genetically susceptible individual.

The girl I'm thinking of wasn't schizophrenic, just brain dead. She'd decide she was going to walk to a friend's house, but not arrive for three hours because she saw something shiny lying in the gutter. And the friend probably moved out of that house a couple years ago, anyway.

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting so long
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home


I learned a few very valuable skills from my first acid trip that I use to this day (30 some years later) One is being able to find the faintest paths in the woods. The other is being able to make people's faces stop melting.

That the same with any mind altering substance from what I've read.

eta: I did my share of tripping when I was younger and stupider, and I've wondered over the last few years if that's what caused the depression. I guess I'd never know unless i went for a CT scan, and that's not likely to happen.

I'm 100% convinced my pot smoking and street hallucinogen taking during my late teens contributed to my depression. That and the learned helplessness from my parents crazyness genes.

All those endorphins too easily come by at 17 cannot be a good thing for a brain.

Maybe that's just that part of you knows how #&$%ing wonderful it can all be ... but 99.9% of the time, it isn't. That's depressing.

Well, if I had to guess, I'd go with your theory.

You know Zen, at times I've thought to myself how great it'd be to just take one more little 'trip', but now that I'm older, I just can't think of putting stuff like that into my body. I have too much to lose if it goes wrong. Back then, I felt like i had nothing to lose, so I guess that's why it was so easy to do.

So instead, I just get together with a couple of my friends who were with me back then and we hit the vino and reminisce. It's a much safer way of taking a trip down memory lane. We really did have some awesome fun, and I don't care what anyone says. Drugs can be great fun if you're in the right environment with the right people and everyone's safe. Unfortunately, situations can change so quickly at times, and bad shit can happen. We were all pretty lucky, but one of my friends now battles serious mental illness and I've been dealing with depression. Who knows what some of the others I've lost touch with have been through since then. Better off not doing it in the end really, and if you never have, I'd say never bother.

You know Zen, at times I've thought to myself how great it'd be to just take one more little 'trip', but now that I'm older, I just can't think of putting stuff like that into my body. I have too much to lose if it goes wrong. Back then, I felt like i had nothing to lose, so I guess that's why it was so easy to do.

So instead, I just get together with a couple of my friends who were with me back then and we hit the vino and reminisce. It's a much safer way of taking a trip down memory lane. We really did have some awesome fun, and I don't care what anyone says. Drugs can be great fun if you're in the right environment with the right people and everyone's safe. Unfortunately, situations can change so quickly at times, and bad shit can happen. We were all pretty lucky, but one of my friends now battles serious mental illness and I've been dealing with depression. Who knows what some of the others I've lost touch with have been through since then. Better off not doing it in the end really, and if you never have, I'd say never bother.

Oh, there's a lot of good to be had from tripping too.

I had some wonderful times. With friends, with family. Me, J, Mum, dropping acid and walking through the woods as dawn began to break. Me and J coming up on some moody penguins, sitting in the comedy tent at Glastonbury festival. A dozen or so of us, out of our faces on robots and strawberries, dancing in Max's* house, with his disco lights and jazz hands. Lying on the grass in Queen's Park, sun shining, college work forgotten, and the gentle susurring of the trees overhead, as clouds shift and take shape in the sky.

It's like anything though. Overdo it and you see a different aspect altogether :p




* Dead now alas. Lost at the horrifically early age of 30, to skin cancer. Poor old Maximillian. That lad knew how to throw a party.

Stop me if you've heard this one...

Memory loss is another side effect.

With your mom, Dana?

Danas mom is a huge partier,iirc.

Well, not so much a huge partier, as pretty open minded about trying new stuff if the circumstances are right: including experiencing the rave club scene very briefly, and the joys of certain kinds of uppers :p

None of which she was at all drawn to or knowledgable about prior to my and my brother's efforts to involve her. By which time she was in her 50s.

I might have shared my mushroom experience here before.
If so, ignore :)

It was still legal to buy them in ths country at the time, although rules were being stretched, so the Govt clamped down.
I'd seen the sign outside the shop I walked past about them not being available much longer and not really thought much of it.
But one evening I left work and decided on a whim to buy some.
The shop owner was very responsible, gave me a crib sheet, talked me though it (after ascertaining it was my first time) even down to suggesting how much to take and the need to have a responsible person with me.

So I went home and took what he had suggested.
Nothing.
Feeling reckless I took some more after an hour.
Nope.
This went on at more frequent intervals.
By the time I was starting to feel the effects I was enjoying it and necked the whole bag.

It wasn't a bad trip (except for the skulls) but it would have been so much better had I followed the advice. I'd had mild acid trips, and this would have been much more pleasant had I not started to stress out. Meh, alone in my flat with no idea it would end, no wonder I was stressed.

The good news is I talked myself down (I told myself it would wear off enough for me to sleep by midnight, and it did, although I still had lovely mild trails of colour the next day) and I went in to work happy as Larry.

I'd be very suspect of any hallucinogen* now, given my medication and previous suicidal thoughts.
I'm glad I experienced it when I did.

*technically they are not, but I've been shouted at for my pedantry for saying this before. Even when I was young enough to be considered cool.

I was thinking flashbacks, but whatever fits. :D

That made me laugh so much.

The thing I realised about acid, is that anticipation and memory are the best parts of the experience. The actual period of being high is often not as wonderful as either of those two parts would admit.




[eta] on a slightly more serious note: I think one of the most worrying things about drug taking, particularly when young, is the way it can skew your sense of personal safety. How the fuck I exited my teenage years in more or less one piece is a mystery to me. I put myself, or allowed myself to go into, dangerous situations, with people who I now, looking back, most certainly would not trust with the safety of my 17 year old niece. Not saying they were bad people, though some of them probably were, but they were hard people. And I was a 17 year old tourist with an entirely misplaced sense of invulnerability, and a teen-fiction fascination with the Dark Underbelly of the world.

I was extremely fortunate that a handful of very nice, and in their own way responsible, but very hard people, effectively took me under their wing. Mainly the blokes. You don't have to be the most beautiful 17 year old to fascinate 29 year old men :p I of course, was mostly oblivious to this fact.

Ugh. I took acid a few times when I was a teen.

I could read people's minds. Was v. disturbing. HATED it. I have to wonder why I did it when I hated it...now drinking - that relaxed me enough to tolerate other humans.

Acid and hallucinogenics just made things more "real" to me - I wanted numbness, not heightened awareness.

I took a hit of Miss Mary Mack acid and I didn't come down until the 4th of July.