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LSD

"The most bang for your buck would have to be LSD, I guess. Don't you think? Because it's, like, five bucks, and then you go crazy, and maybe you'll even jump out a window. Can you imagine? It might change your life, and it might make you drop out of society That's really a lot."

-- George Meyer (Exec. Producer, The Simpsons)

Open Your Mind

I've had some good times and some bad times on acid. I'll tell you this: I think everyone should take it at least once in a place they like with people they love and things that make them happy. You learn many things. I also think it's a shame that teenagers take acid. It's got to fuck with your 16-year-old mind. I was 19 the first time I tried it, and it almost blew some gaskets. I can't think it would be all that good in the long run for adolescents. If you're considering it and you're still in high school, I would wait until you've got that identity thing under control and then give it a whirl. But to each his/her own.

I recently revisited this substance after a three-year vacation. Still processing the fallout. Acid churns up a lot of stuff.

To really get something out of a trip (or out of anything, for that matter) you need experience, knowledge, grist for the mill. You've got to watch those pre-suppositions, and don't get locked out of your house. It will be very inconvenient. What you should have is means of expression and stimulating culture/companionship. That's how to get the juice flowing. Make an effort to communicate your experience to companions even if that means you have to use visual aids or non-linguistic sounds. Finding a connection can be really rewarding, but don't sweat it if it doesn't come. If you friends don't understand your monkey grunts, try communicating though action. Pleasurable meaning can be had via service (e.g. chop wood, bring water, give massage, tell the future). If all else fails find a tree. Trees are really good listeners.

One of the greatest things you can figure out on acid is how important the little things in life are. For instance you can be having a miserable unpleasant moment, full of angst and pathos. And then you let go with a real good hearty burp, and suddenly all is full of love. Gas is bad for the psyche. You also might realize you hate your parents, or you want to fuck your teacher. You might realize a lot of things, and the best part is that more than likely, these things will be OK. And you'll become a stronger, more self-knowing, more dynamic person.

Final bit of advice: don't be afraid to let meaningful thoughts and feelings occur. Resisting tends to shunt one into the world of metaphorical witticism. It's a funny world to be in, but if you go no deeper you'll forever be a postmodern fool. Go ahead and plumb the depths. Maybe you'll end up a guru!

Personal Experience
My best trips have been walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, wandering the halls of my freshman dorm, hearing that I really pissed some people off in my AP English class for being homophobic (tripping makes one very open to constructive criticism), learning that the truth always feels better, and listening to a girl's heart beat. My most memorable was wrestling with a friend who went over to the other side. The worst was wondering if a (different) girl would love me.

In the world of drug comparisons, I think LSD is probably the most potent I've ever experienced. Certainly by volume it's got to be the most bitchin' chemical out there. It's not as utilitarian as alcohol, but it's faster and stronger than mushrooms, more meaningful than ecstasy, longer-lasting than pot and a damn sight better for your personality than coke, speed or opiates. I used to call it "the power of science."

In conclusion, one should be cautious with such a powerful little molecule. It will endow things with meaning whether you like it or not, and it will accelerate your thought process to a breakneck speed. if you're not ready for that, or if you're not sure you want it, then you aught not to take the A-Train. If you're fully prepared and at the same time ready to let go of all plans and suppositions, the by all means find yourself a babysitter and a reliable source and see what the happens when you wire together the cosmos and your subconscious via your forebrain without a fuse.

Anyway, on acid or not, I wish you happy trippng!

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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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