Tripping @ MindSay 
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I made a complete fool of myself at the gym. I had just finished a set on the glute machine, when I bent down to grab my bag, and I stood up to turn and walk on, when I tripped over the machine. I managed to stop myself from falling face first onto the floor, but as I tried to catch my balance, I knew it was a lost cause. I did this little hop over the machine, came crashing down on one knee and then the rest of my body went with it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy using the free weights watching the whole spectacle. I saw him take a step toward me when I initally tripped, but he stopped when it looked like I had recovered, and then when I finally fell he came running over to help me up. God, I felt like such an idiot! He asked me if I was ok, and I said I was fine, just utterly embarrassed. I thanked him, got up and casually walked over to another machine, you know, as if I fall on my face all the time and it was no biggee. As I was using the next machine a little old man came up to me to make sure I was really ok. I answered, "Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you." When what I was thinking was, "Jeez, go away! I'm fine and I was just starting to forget about it when you reminded me you old coot!." And with that, my humilation for the day was complete.
Chapter 3: New York City trippin'
Acid is not the type of drug that just anyone can take. It isn't for the weak of mind, it is for the strong-willed, open minded, inquisitive types who can handle themselves when confronted with every single emotion known to existence in all of a ten-second time span.
It was the summer I moved into my apartment when I dropped LSD for the first time. Taylor and our other best friend, Dayle, both came to New York to spend a couple of days with me. We had all tripped on mushrooms on numerous occasions, and Dayle had done acid before so none of us were all that apprehensive upon it's intake. A friend of mine gave me the number of a kid named Jimbo, who invited us over to his apartment where the exchange was to take place. We smoked a blunt, bought six hits, and went back to our place. We took the acid immediately and waited.
We waited for almost two hours when the acid began to slowly creep it's way into our expanding minds. The sudden sensation of tingles covered my body in goosebumps. As i put on a sweatshirt, i noticed that the flower composition on the carpet begin melt then go back to normal. My stomache gargled a little and the back of my head felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. Little beads of sweat formed on my back and trickled down my spine. Then bam, it felt like I was hit with a laughter bat, forcing me to uncontrolably chuckle until tears came out of my eyes. Taylor and Dayle were feeling the laughter as well. We all sat around the living room floor, laughing and giggling while Kendall and Cassidy stood and watched the way one would upon looking at monkeys in a zoo; puzzled, astounded, and satisfied that they were not of that state of mind, let alone of the same species.
AFter making several attempts to leave our apartment, we made our way over to Jimbo's to find out what was in store for us there. We had met Jimbo earlier that day and my friend who gave me Jimbo's number had only met Jimbo once before. We weren't sure if going over to his place was the right decision, but we didnt care, it was our curiosity that pushed us forwards. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a shirtless, blonde haired guy of about 23. His brown eyes were turned down, giving him the look of a chilld with down syndrome. He led the way to the main living area and asked us if we wanted to be placed inside a bubble. I volunteered first and was asked to sit on the floor. As he towered over me, he made different suction movements with his hands, appearing as if there was a sheet of glass or in this case, a bubble, in between us. He walked in a circle around me, keeping a steady distance of about two feet. He would put his hands into fists and act as if he was punching the invisible divider. Although it was mildly amusing to watch, I couldn't help but think if the gentleman in front of me was really mentally disbaled, or if he was merely the product of a white trash up bringing, given his appearance and demeanor.
After Dayle and Taylor were enclosed in their own bubbles by the retard, we decided to leave and head uptown to experience the wonders of Times Square. We started off on Broadway and Park Row, which is about almost a mile before any of the numbered streets begin, we needed to get up to 42nd Street, this was going to be a long adventure.
As we made our way up broadway, the buidings and streets continued to melt and morph into shapeless objects. Around 20th and broadway, we desperately needed to use a bathroom so we stopped into a deli. We asked the spanish man behind the counter "Donde esta el bano?" and he looked at us for a long moment with a blank expression. As the eyeballs in his head started spinning around in different directions, his motionless body gave life and he lifted his right arm and pointed to the far corner of the rectangular room without a sound. We walked back to where his finger pointed, passing tiny puddles of mop water, and moving piles of garbage. We pushed open the door and entered a thin, hexagonally tiled corridor that marked the top of a black and white staircase, leading two stories downward to where the exact location of the toliet was located. As we walked down, each step meant another step away from the front door. There were no windows and no other doorways, just a small, thin, moving staircase. When we got to the bottom, the hexagonal tiles began popping up and down out of the floor. Dayle and Taylor entered the woman's stall as i headed to the male stall. The white door looked as of it had not been painted since the seventies. The bathroom itself was covered with grafiti, stains, and lewd phrases suggesting falatio followed by a phone number. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed that the tiny puddle of water in the corner opposite from where I was sitting was beginning to move towards me. The hexagons did not stop the flow, it kept coming closer and closer that i started to left my feet for fear of being sucked in. After I had finished, I quickly got up, zipped my pants, and went back up stairs with the other girls.
Now that we were back safely on the streets of the city, we were reenergized and ready to take on Times Square. As we approached west 31st, a group of crows flew down in front of us and turned out to be a group of grown black men. Soon their cawing turned into sentences and they moved out of the way to let us by. One of the men laid down on his stomache and insisted we walk over him. WE did, then they turned back into crows and continued downtown.
Finally we arrived at 42nd street. We walked into the middle of where Broadway and seventh avenue break away from each other, stood, and looked up. The neon lights of the buildings danced off one another with each passing second. The Virgin Record Store logo started moving up, while the news monitors started melting down. The Coca Cola, and Cup of Noodles display seemed to become one adverstisment altogether. The people located on the billboard advertisments seemed to be having conversations with one another. Then they would stand still, then come alive once more. The scrolling marquees of the theaters trailed off into an array of different colors, while the the inanimate faces of models advertising underwear and Coach bags beamed with energy and emotion before settling down to their normal, lifeless expressions.
After about twenty minutes of Times Square 360, we were ready to head back downtown. We decided to take the subway this time and patiently waited for the downtown 2,3 train to come. As we sat on the platform bench we noticed a tall, fat man standing across the platform wearing oversized, bright blue sweatpants. He started pacing back and forth with his hands inside his pockets. He stopped directly in the center of our view and looked over at us. He bobbed his head for a couple of seconds, chuckled to himself, and then began to point at us.
"Hey you guys," said I, "Do you see that guy across the platform looking at us?"
"YEah he's really creepy." Said Dayle.
The man then started pointed to us once again and then start putting one hand down the front of his pants while pointed to the stairs with the other. While this was going on, his face morphed into a greenish hue and formed into the appearance of a rat.
"Uh you guys," I started again, "is this really happening? Does he look like a rat to you?"
"Just dont look at him. Look away." Said Taylor as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts and her eyes to the ground.
"YEah, actually i do. Is this for real? Is this really happening?" Asked Dayle after realizing that we were both seeing the same exact thing unfold.
Taylor looked up from her seat and a look of panic crossed her face.
"Can he come over here?" she asked.
"Only if he goes up the stairs at the end of the platform and over to this side." I answered. We all looked at each other as if our fears were about to come true, but just as we looked over at the man once more, our train came rolling down the platform, stopped, opened it's door, and took us down to our Fulton Street Destination.
After leaving the subway, we went back to our building and decided to watch the sun come out from our roof deck. Our building was 26 stories high and located two blocks away from South Street Seaport. Our view over looked the East River, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Williamsburg, and Queensboro bridges, as well as the Empire State Building, Chrystler Building, Woolworth Building just to name a few. We gazed over the lower east sides and parts of Brooklyn as the sun came out and clouds spread over the eastern sky. The buildings would move in and out, and change colors as the clouds above morphed into different shapes and shades of pink, cyan, violet and yellow. Looking out onto the expanse of buildings and structures all created by the hands of man, it made me realize the power and desire man has to survive and advance. Thousands upon thousands of buildings that stretching higher and higher were considered home and places of work to millions of people. Man had achieved so much on ground that we now had taken on the sky, no, me and my room mates lived on the twenty-fourth floor, we already took over the sky. We lived beyond the limits that were meant to be reached. It made me think about how simple and yet how complex humans really were. Humans are capable of so much good while at the same time, there is this pure, unrestrained evil and hostility that all too often triumphs over their good qualities. If a person was asked "Would you rather have world domination or world peace?," i guarantee that most people would choose domination. It's the never ending desire for power that drives us to put our compassion aside in order to make room for our own malice.
Around nine in the morning, we came down from our trip and took a short nap. At one o'clock in the afternoon, taylor and I bought some more acid, each took a hit and went up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Dayle.
It kicked in by the time we reached the museum. When we were walking down the halls of the Christian art of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and I began to observe how the water in the pictures began to flow behind the castles in rested under. In many Anunciation and Nativity paitings, Jesus' blood would either ooze or drip out of his wrists. As he ascended into heaven, his eyes looked to Mary, then John the Baptist, and finally his audience. Each painting became a stage showcasing the greatest story ever told. Unfortunately Dayle and Taylor were a bit worn out and were ready to leave just as I began to peak.
On the subway ride home, religious imagery took over my mind. I saw myself in rags, slowly straining to keep myself from falling as i carried a cross behind my back. People from my past appeared in the crowd, throwing rotten food at me while yelling insults. I looked back at them for pity, but i recieved non. As i looked into their eyes, something came over me, I threw down the cross, gave the crowd the finger, and kept walking. I looked up and saw Taylor, she was leaning on Dayle and crying. I didn't know what to say so I put my sunglasses over my eyes and tried to think more about art history, but my mind drew a blank, my moment was gone, and the acid was too.
It was the summer I moved into my apartment when I dropped LSD for the first time. Taylor and our other best friend, Dayle, both came to New York to spend a couple of days with me. We had all tripped on mushrooms on numerous occasions, and Dayle had done acid before so none of us were all that apprehensive upon it's intake. A friend of mine gave me the number of a kid named Jimbo, who invited us over to his apartment where the exchange was to take place. We smoked a blunt, bought six hits, and went back to our place. We took the acid immediately and waited.
We waited for almost two hours when the acid began to slowly creep it's way into our expanding minds. The sudden sensation of tingles covered my body in goosebumps. As i put on a sweatshirt, i noticed that the flower composition on the carpet begin melt then go back to normal. My stomache gargled a little and the back of my head felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. Little beads of sweat formed on my back and trickled down my spine. Then bam, it felt like I was hit with a laughter bat, forcing me to uncontrolably chuckle until tears came out of my eyes. Taylor and Dayle were feeling the laughter as well. We all sat around the living room floor, laughing and giggling while Kendall and Cassidy stood and watched the way one would upon looking at monkeys in a zoo; puzzled, astounded, and satisfied that they were not of that state of mind, let alone of the same species.
AFter making several attempts to leave our apartment, we made our way over to Jimbo's to find out what was in store for us there. We had met Jimbo earlier that day and my friend who gave me Jimbo's number had only met Jimbo once before. We weren't sure if going over to his place was the right decision, but we didnt care, it was our curiosity that pushed us forwards. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a shirtless, blonde haired guy of about 23. His brown eyes were turned down, giving him the look of a chilld with down syndrome. He led the way to the main living area and asked us if we wanted to be placed inside a bubble. I volunteered first and was asked to sit on the floor. As he towered over me, he made different suction movements with his hands, appearing as if there was a sheet of glass or in this case, a bubble, in between us. He walked in a circle around me, keeping a steady distance of about two feet. He would put his hands into fists and act as if he was punching the invisible divider. Although it was mildly amusing to watch, I couldn't help but think if the gentleman in front of me was really mentally disbaled, or if he was merely the product of a white trash up bringing, given his appearance and demeanor.
After Dayle and Taylor were enclosed in their own bubbles by the retard, we decided to leave and head uptown to experience the wonders of Times Square. We started off on Broadway and Park Row, which is about almost a mile before any of the numbered streets begin, we needed to get up to 42nd Street, this was going to be a long adventure.
As we made our way up broadway, the buidings and streets continued to melt and morph into shapeless objects. Around 20th and broadway, we desperately needed to use a bathroom so we stopped into a deli. We asked the spanish man behind the counter "Donde esta el bano?" and he looked at us for a long moment with a blank expression. As the eyeballs in his head started spinning around in different directions, his motionless body gave life and he lifted his right arm and pointed to the far corner of the rectangular room without a sound. We walked back to where his finger pointed, passing tiny puddles of mop water, and moving piles of garbage. We pushed open the door and entered a thin, hexagonally tiled corridor that marked the top of a black and white staircase, leading two stories downward to where the exact location of the toliet was located. As we walked down, each step meant another step away from the front door. There were no windows and no other doorways, just a small, thin, moving staircase. When we got to the bottom, the hexagonal tiles began popping up and down out of the floor. Dayle and Taylor entered the woman's stall as i headed to the male stall. The white door looked as of it had not been painted since the seventies. The bathroom itself was covered with grafiti, stains, and lewd phrases suggesting falatio followed by a phone number. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed that the tiny puddle of water in the corner opposite from where I was sitting was beginning to move towards me. The hexagons did not stop the flow, it kept coming closer and closer that i started to left my feet for fear of being sucked in. After I had finished, I quickly got up, zipped my pants, and went back up stairs with the other girls.
Now that we were back safely on the streets of the city, we were reenergized and ready to take on Times Square. As we approached west 31st, a group of crows flew down in front of us and turned out to be a group of grown black men. Soon their cawing turned into sentences and they moved out of the way to let us by. One of the men laid down on his stomache and insisted we walk over him. WE did, then they turned back into crows and continued downtown.
Finally we arrived at 42nd street. We walked into the middle of where Broadway and seventh avenue break away from each other, stood, and looked up. The neon lights of the buildings danced off one another with each passing second. The Virgin Record Store logo started moving up, while the news monitors started melting down. The Coca Cola, and Cup of Noodles display seemed to become one adverstisment altogether. The people located on the billboard advertisments seemed to be having conversations with one another. Then they would stand still, then come alive once more. The scrolling marquees of the theaters trailed off into an array of different colors, while the the inanimate faces of models advertising underwear and Coach bags beamed with energy and emotion before settling down to their normal, lifeless expressions.
After about twenty minutes of Times Square 360, we were ready to head back downtown. We decided to take the subway this time and patiently waited for the downtown 2,3 train to come. As we sat on the platform bench we noticed a tall, fat man standing across the platform wearing oversized, bright blue sweatpants. He started pacing back and forth with his hands inside his pockets. He stopped directly in the center of our view and looked over at us. He bobbed his head for a couple of seconds, chuckled to himself, and then began to point at us.
"Hey you guys," said I, "Do you see that guy across the platform looking at us?"
"YEah he's really creepy." Said Dayle.
The man then started pointed to us once again and then start putting one hand down the front of his pants while pointed to the stairs with the other. While this was going on, his face morphed into a greenish hue and formed into the appearance of a rat.
"Uh you guys," I started again, "is this really happening? Does he look like a rat to you?"
"Just dont look at him. Look away." Said Taylor as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts and her eyes to the ground.
"YEah, actually i do. Is this for real? Is this really happening?" Asked Dayle after realizing that we were both seeing the same exact thing unfold.
Taylor looked up from her seat and a look of panic crossed her face.
"Can he come over here?" she asked.
"Only if he goes up the stairs at the end of the platform and over to this side." I answered. We all looked at each other as if our fears were about to come true, but just as we looked over at the man once more, our train came rolling down the platform, stopped, opened it's door, and took us down to our Fulton Street Destination.
After leaving the subway, we went back to our building and decided to watch the sun come out from our roof deck. Our building was 26 stories high and located two blocks away from South Street Seaport. Our view over looked the East River, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Williamsburg, and Queensboro bridges, as well as the Empire State Building, Chrystler Building, Woolworth Building just to name a few. We gazed over the lower east sides and parts of Brooklyn as the sun came out and clouds spread over the eastern sky. The buildings would move in and out, and change colors as the clouds above morphed into different shapes and shades of pink, cyan, violet and yellow. Looking out onto the expanse of buildings and structures all created by the hands of man, it made me realize the power and desire man has to survive and advance. Thousands upon thousands of buildings that stretching higher and higher were considered home and places of work to millions of people. Man had achieved so much on ground that we now had taken on the sky, no, me and my room mates lived on the twenty-fourth floor, we already took over the sky. We lived beyond the limits that were meant to be reached. It made me think about how simple and yet how complex humans really were. Humans are capable of so much good while at the same time, there is this pure, unrestrained evil and hostility that all too often triumphs over their good qualities. If a person was asked "Would you rather have world domination or world peace?," i guarantee that most people would choose domination. It's the never ending desire for power that drives us to put our compassion aside in order to make room for our own malice.
Around nine in the morning, we came down from our trip and took a short nap. At one o'clock in the afternoon, taylor and I bought some more acid, each took a hit and went up to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Dayle.
It kicked in by the time we reached the museum. When we were walking down the halls of the Christian art of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and I began to observe how the water in the pictures began to flow behind the castles in rested under. In many Anunciation and Nativity paitings, Jesus' blood would either ooze or drip out of his wrists. As he ascended into heaven, his eyes looked to Mary, then John the Baptist, and finally his audience. Each painting became a stage showcasing the greatest story ever told. Unfortunately Dayle and Taylor were a bit worn out and were ready to leave just as I began to peak.
On the subway ride home, religious imagery took over my mind. I saw myself in rags, slowly straining to keep myself from falling as i carried a cross behind my back. People from my past appeared in the crowd, throwing rotten food at me while yelling insults. I looked back at them for pity, but i recieved non. As i looked into their eyes, something came over me, I threw down the cross, gave the crowd the finger, and kept walking. I looked up and saw Taylor, she was leaning on Dayle and crying. I didn't know what to say so I put my sunglasses over my eyes and tried to think more about art history, but my mind drew a blank, my moment was gone, and the acid was too.
Le-way: The Poem Now
About my melting brain
Silently scream 'where are'
Having gone insane
Having gone a far
A twisting and tearing that I can't explain
Like a door that won't open inside my brain
Can not speak to you from where I am
Just a stranger in a strange land
Melting throug reality
On a journey of limits defunct
Grasping for sanity
Like a golden treasure sunk
And of my minds revelation
It worries me a lot
Trying to understand
That I am just a man
And that these,
these are only words...
My Ginnie Trip - and the other stuff that happened today :P
So I tripped out tonight! Whee! It was pretty fun! It all started by going to wally-world to get new graphics card for my computer. I went there and got that and on the way i also picked up some DXM. So i ingested that, and it took about until i was on my way home from unloading wood as a favor for Mr. Bundy (my step-grandpa) for the trip to start... hehe and it only got better... when i got home my dad told me Ginnie had called for me, so naturally i was like "YAY!!!" and tryed to call her back... but she was going to some driver's license thingy for VA people... Anyway so i started tripping out... then i ate food with my parents and put my new graphics card in my computer... and even asked Devin for a little bit of help. :)
ANYWAY... so eventually i got on the computer and Ginnie was up there and i was like "YAY!!!" so i talked to her online until 9. Then she could give me a call on her cell for free and we talked for a damn long time! Wow... the entire DXM trip i was talking to Ginnie about all the different things that were going on in my head... now thats a real friend when you can just speak your mind and tell whatever comes up... we talked about festivals and moons and games and had a generally wonderful discussion! It was filled with lots of her laughter... (mainly at me for being so funny :P) But i love to hear her laugh! It makes me smile! This is really cool! Ginnie is a great friend! I have so much fun just talking to her, thats great! And she calls me too, so that also adds to the kewlness... makes me feel like i'm wanted! YAY!!! If i were the only one to call then that would suck and then i would feel like i was the only one getting entertainment... but Ginnie actucally wants to talk to me, now that is the hot shit right there...
ANYWAY... so eventually i got on the computer and Ginnie was up there and i was like "YAY!!!" so i talked to her online until 9. Then she could give me a call on her cell for free and we talked for a damn long time! Wow... the entire DXM trip i was talking to Ginnie about all the different things that were going on in my head... now thats a real friend when you can just speak your mind and tell whatever comes up... we talked about festivals and moons and games and had a generally wonderful discussion! It was filled with lots of her laughter... (mainly at me for being so funny :P) But i love to hear her laugh! It makes me smile! This is really cool! Ginnie is a great friend! I have so much fun just talking to her, thats great! And she calls me too, so that also adds to the kewlness... makes me feel like i'm wanted! YAY!!! If i were the only one to call then that would suck and then i would feel like i was the only one getting entertainment... but Ginnie actucally wants to talk to me, now that is the hot shit right there...
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