Fear & Loathing
I wanted to start telling more stories, not for me, for the reader mostly. Since what these eyes have seen, most don’t see.
Continuing, this is a memory of a time I took LSD. Not the only time, but one of the most profound experiences, since it was just solely me, Lucy, and a film.
Hitting Cars
Naturally, when you’re on probation and have to call a number daily to see if your pee is being called upon, you find new hobbies to bypass the bozo chemists sniffing piss.
But when it came time for me to piss, I knew I’d be fine, even though I was always nervous, with some random dude staring at my pecker.
This night there was a party, on Park Ave & 5th, where I decided to take some acid. While my friends drank, and did their other substance, I was waiting, but nothing happened. My friends were ready to go back home so, we loaded the car. After getting in, this girl put it thang in reverse, only to back into somebody’s parked car in the driveway.
My friends were trying to keep me calm, as we hit a small bump in the road, but I was chill as could be, not feeling any of this LSD.
Amidst their anguish, and attempts to find the other owner, I patiently waited in the car. Waiting to get back to the house to go to bed, since in my opinion, this dud tab was hinting that the night was over. Little did I know . . .
Fears and Lows
We arrived and they ate some junk as I sunk into the couch, not craving a thing. They chatted, I mostly kept quiet, and that’s how things seemed, peaceful and slowing down. That was until I had to use the restroom.
I stood up, heading for the door, right when I hit the peak of my stance, I was hit by the speeding van.
When I arrive back to the couch, I’m frying and visuals are kicking in, while everyone else is yawning, prepping for a good nights sleep. This is where my friend comes in with his bright idea, he says something along the lines of;
You won’t sleep tonight, so let me put on something for you to watch then I’ll wake up early and bright so we can go for a morning hike
And so it began, my night in Vegas with the boyz.
The Spirit of Hunter S. Thompson
I felt the magic of the movie like never before. It was likely one of the most unique psychedelic experiences I ever had. With each scene coming through intensely.
All of my psychedelic experiences had their own uniqueness, and I intend to tell more as I grow, but with this one, I was strapped to the bull of Fears and Lows.
Hard to say I remember each detail of the movie, I was just drooling, 3 feet from the screen, fully encapsulated in the experience of this film, while on LSD. The visions of that night were like being in a cloud, in the room, watching each scene unfold with profound clarity in real time. Each scene in sync with the next, perfectly. There were no hiccups in the film or anything that didn’t click, because the psychedelic made it all make sense.
The Feeling
I hadn’t felt in danger for one minute (and never had on any psychedelic). The thing with this experience that was so different was simply this.
The Entire Movie Made Sense… and it’s completely senseless otherwise, even accompanied by cannabis.
Shocking, isn’t it. To me, every catalyst for the next obscure scene, from him rising from the flood in a reptilian tail, to speeding to an air strip, getting his lawyer onto a safer trip. The brilliance of Hunter S. Thompson was rippling throughout my blood. The way every moment was blended and each new adventure within the film was an example of compounding interest, that interest being compounding drugs on-top of each other.
The commotion that followed this man, everywhere it seemed, was exciting to me. The way every moment reaches the climax of the end scene was entirely mesmerizing. I did not get up once that entire film. I may not had even blinked, I was completely focused.
Disclaimer:
This is not a guide to do the same thing. All substances, regardless of their perceived safety, have adverse effects and should always be consumed safely, if your will decides.
This is also purely for educational and story telling purposes, not to inspire you to go watch this film while on some random tab you got that you haven’t known what to do with. This is not the solution you’ve been waiting for. Use discernment always.
The Ending
When you’re sitting in a room alone, cigarette in your mouth, draped with the American Flag, it’s hard to get a grip on what type of life you may have. Where you are in that moment, being a mule pumping piss into cups, till the end term of your systematic sentence, self deserved through events you went with, but you’re still only 18/19 , so what??? Take the jabs and always get back up.
I pissed that morning for the law, living on scott free, that’s the truth of that evening/mourning. They can’t test for these things so I knew what I was doing.
However, you feel after you realizing it’s all just one thing, regardless of how everything’s unfolding, that you cannot let things keep unfolding you, now choose.
The mirror doesn’t look the same when your vision’s bending, but the more you can reflect on the concepts you keep holding, the better you get at allowing the process to…
Let the flow be the flow and respond to things in real time as they go.
Love y’all. Be safe over the weekend. Blog each morning for the hungry dawgs.
