My attorney has advised me to start by saying this story was entirely conjured up in a dream and does not possess a single shred of truth or fact in it's entirety.
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That said, this wasn't exactly my "first time". but allow me to explain, these are complicated matters and they require patience, proper ambiance and true grit, but I digress. See, I'd already tried this particular substance twice before, but I'd hadn't yet had a significant effect other than mild euphoria and a serious case of the giggles. Recently, however, I decided to up the ante, double the stakes; or "dosage" as the medical community call it. Naturally, a journey into the mind on lysergic acid diethylamide requires a suitably epic venue [though a walk in the park may also do nicely]. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing right, right? So, naturally, when some friends and I heard of a concert of the symphonic orchestra interpreting Tchaikovski, we immediately knew what had to be done.
We all put on comfortable, colorful, shirts and ate the tabs at 4:30pm on a Saturday. My friends took 1 each, I took 2 for the first time. The concert started at 7pm; the waiting begins. By the time we reached the Bellas Artes Symphonic Concert Hall it was around 5:45 and I was particularly captivated by the intriguing designs in the marmol floors. I shared this with my fellow travellers and they all agreed, via held back laughter, that it did, indeed, look fucking amazing. It's hard to explain however, exactly how you feel in those circumstances, but the drug community refers to acid trips as coming in "waves", and that's exactly what it feels like. It grabs a hold on the back of your skull, you can feel it's anxious intensity building, and releasing. We had to buy the tickets. We tried to negotiate to get 4 chairs together but were unable to; there weren't enough seats available. I say "unable to" because, by then, I would've been unable to carry out said negotiations without my, lesser distorted, partners. My thoughts were fluid and clear, by my mouth couldn't keep up to them. Speaking became increasingly intermittent and confusing. The 4 of us, however, seemed to understand each other perfectly, but we had to separate in pairs (which turned out being best because we could manage ourselves in pairs, we also made pretty couples). The wait seemed eternal. My perception of the passage of time was that of apathy, it didn't concern me. I knew that time had passed and would continue to do so, but I didn't want to worry when exactly "now" was. Time made me anxous, and we were sitting directly under a big, waiting room style, digital clock that relayed to us constantly just how much longer we'd have to wait for our concert begin. I just wanted to sit down, listen to some beautiful music and die. Old people were beginning to gather by now. I tried to maintain eye contact to a minimum and kept keen on my body language, constantly focusing on portraying calmness and serenity, fighting the fear and paranoia. They have no way of knowing I told repeated to myself. My friend's attitudes and natural calmness helped calm me, and before I knew it, it was time to take our seats. We had gotten seats in the balcony, which is what we wanted, "for the acoustics", but we didn't expect we'd get the best seats in the house... to trip balls in. We had the very last row, our backs to the wall, the entire audience in front of us. This too shall pass. My paranoia breathed briefly, but a couple approached and it became obvious they had the seats directly next to me and I realized: "SHIT! I've got to sit next to people!". I tried to keep my friend's conversation under control, he kept joking about how awesome it would be if the orchestra played some Zeppelin. I didn't find this funny, I thought it could be an obvious tell of what we were doing. The paranoia grips hard, but not as hard as the euphoria.
If this has so far sounded to you like the chronicle of a "bad trip", it's not by accident. Acid isn't for everybody. You need to understand what you're dealing with before you experiment. That being said, the following hours passed unfathomably quickly, and they were absolutely sublime and beautiful. As soon as the musicians began tuning their instruments, our conversation was immediately posponed. We were captured by the sound. Our minds were feeding on this banquet cacophony. The sounds, the movements, the lights, THE SOUNDS. It was possessing. I surrendered to it, and to the absolute beauty that these people were manufacturing, FOR ME NO LESS. This was all for us! We were truly appreciating every nuisance, every sparkle off a piece of jewelery, every musician producing their song, waves in an ocean of sound. I wanted to float away. The concert, and our voyage, was one, if not the, most profound, beautiful and challenging experiences I've undergone. I feel very accomplished for having gone through it without a hitch. For maintaining myself and flexing my willpower, coming out unscathed and feeling enlightened. Overall, I'll probably repeat the dosage, but in most likelihood it will be in a more secluded, private setting. Some remote corner where I can travel inwards undisturbed.
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