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Mar. 9, 2006 I have a friend (I'll refer to him as Mordy Goodbud, but that, of course, is his fictional name) who wanted me to give an account of his experiences as an acidhead from the years 1982-1985. Mordy would like to make it clear that he does not recommend or condone the use of LSD or any other dangerous drug. He admits his drug abuse during this time period of his life was a smoke screen that probably arose from his low self esteem and complete lack of self confidence. Drugs only crippled his social development and had no long term lasting impact--good or bad--except for the frequent ghostly hallucinations he experiences and the extreme paranoia (he thinks everybody is out to get him). The first time Mordy Goodbud dropped acid was a Friday night in 1982. He was with his friend, big Jock (also a fictional name). They had been in a weekly habit of going out and indulging in celebratory self-poisonings every weekend, and this time they decided they were going to get really screwed up. That was their rallying cry. Every Friday afternoon one would call the other on the phone and say, "hey, let's get screwed up." Screw wasn't exactly the word they used, but it's a fair substitute. Mordy's mom said nothing when one time she answered the phone and heard that joyful, rallying cry, but Big Jock's mom called Mordy the time big Jock came home half-dead after dropping acid, punching through a glass door, slicing open his forearm on the sharp glass, and falling and rolling down a steep hill when the beer drinking crowd he was cruising with took a stop for a communal outdoor urination party. Big Jock's mom was inquiring as to why her son was in such a condition, but Mordy didn't know and was glad he missed that episode. Now, back to that first experience. Mordy and big Jock took something their drug dealer called California sunshine. It was a little orange dot and was mostly amphetamine with just a little LSD--a nervous combination. Mordy and big Jock spent the evening looking at long curtain-like window shades shake. Under the normal laws of physics, window shades stay still when the window is closed, but these would not cooperate, and it was freaking them out. Later, the drug dealer, Dies-of-Gunshot-Wound-To-Head, (also a fictional name) admitted that California sunshine made most people pretty jittery. Instead he suggested pure LSD and he showed Mordy little squares of paper adorned with pictures of flying saucers on each. Undeterred by the first unpleasant experience, Mordy bought what Dies-of-Gunshot-Wound-To-Head called spaceship blotter. Mordy had a good trip the second time he dropped acid. There are various stages in an LSD trip. The sensual stage is first. Mordy felt like all of his senses were heightened; colors were more colorful, music sounded enhanced, he could taste and smell foods that were not there. Next, he began feeling high though surprisingly he says it is a weaker high than one from strong marijuana or hard liquor, and the high is more of a plateau without peaks and valleys. But the high lasts much longer and is exhausting. Mordy says the high felt so good that it made him feel guilty, like he was doing something sinful, like it was a pleasure he didn't deserve. The next stage is the symbolic stage. Everything that happened to Mordy felt deep. A person could simply walk up to him and say, "hello," and Mordy would think, wow, how deep was that?, what did it mean? And he would spend hours contemplating the inner meaning of that salutation. The symbolic stage of an LSD trip can be a religious experience. Mordy recalls looking in the mirror and having a conversation with God. After all, the bible says God made man in his own image. (Take this with a grain of salt. The bible was written by man.) However, by taking LSD, Mordy was able to find God on his own. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember what they talked about. On another trip Mordy took a small amount of LSD before he had to work a shift at K-mart. He estimated that the LSD would wear off just before he had to go to work, but he miscalculated. In a panic because he didn't want to call in sick (Mordy is a reliable worker and has never missed a day of work in his life), he asked his friends big Jock and Sleazy Womanizer (another fictional name) who were with him but not tripping (they were just drunk and stoned), if they would drive him to work. They declined and Mordy was forced to get behind the wheel of a car (not a good idea because LSD destroys a person's depth perception). No thanks to his so called friends, Mordy made it to work without rubbing himself or anyone else out. Mordy is proud that he is the only person he knows who did not total his car, while driving under the influence of LSD. Several of his friends did just that. Once in the store, Mordy was freaking out, but a nice lady and coworker (mother of a fellow drug abuser) recognized that Mordy was in a weird condition, and she gave him some busy work to calm him down. To prove he could handle working on drugs, Mordy stocked a whole aisle of car floor mats. At the University of Georgia Mordy ran into some Canadiens who had big bags of mushrooms. Acidheads refer to this as shroon. One of the Canadiens was building solar homes and land owners would allow him to tear down old houses in the country for the salvageable wood. He hired Mordy along with another one of his friends, Uptight Rectum (another fictional name), to help him demolish a house. In exchange for the labor the Canadien offered to pay in mushrooms instead of money and Mordy naturally accepted. Mushrooms are much more intense than LSD. They cause highs rather than plateaus, but the feeling dissipates like a marijuana high. While under the influence of mushrooms, Mordy tried to study his chemistry lab book, but couldn't concentrate so switched over to reading a classic spiderman comic book, the one that has spidey's second battle with the Lizard Man. Dropping acid interfered with Mordy's studies and blocked his aspirations of achieving his dream job as a pharmacist where he would have had access to all kinds of drugs. Mordy took his last trip in spring of 1985 in Athens, Georgia. He had been through spaceship blotter, unicorn, and blue angel, but for his final trip he faced the BIG CHILL. The words, BIG CHILL were stamped on that little square piece of paper. He drank a twelve pack and smoked cigar-sized joints of marijuana (acid tripping is no fun without either) and had a good time as usual. Once the party was over, however, he wanted to be able to think normally again, but the acid wouldn't quit. Four in the morning, the lights were on in his bedroom, and Mordy was standing naked looking at his purple genitals afraid that he would never be able to use his brain and make it work the way it was supposed to. And my God, he thought, why are my genitals purple? Suddenly, the high dropped like a sack of potatoes and the trip was over. Mordy never experienced flashbacks, but he says that immediately after the trip there is a feeling of being in and out. The brain imagines what it was like to be under the thumb of LSD and recreates the feeling. The return to normal thinking is a strange feeling as well, but Mordy says he's grateful he was able to regain sane reality, and he vowed never to take LSD again. ------------ About the author Mark Gelbart: My book, Talk Radio, is a black comedy about a radio talk show host who gets kidnapped and psychologically tortured by a loser. www.mark-gelbart.com Email: agelbart@aol.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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