I was not supposed to do acid. I really wasn’t supposed to do drugs at all, but sobriety is such a bitch to deal with on a daily basis. Life is better on drugs. But, back to the original point, I was not supposed to do acid. But when the opportunity arose and I had more than 24 hours of freedom from my family, how could I pass up the chance to enter a new world of drug induced happiness ? I feel like I was always saying “I’d try acid sometime down the line” and never think of it again. But here I was, balancing this little square with a little red mushroom printed on the tip of my finger, sticking out my tongue and letting it dissolve until there was nothing there. Sitting outside hitting the bong on my patio, waiting for this acid to hit, I began to wonder if I had already begun hallucinating. What if this world isn’t real and the acid already kicked in and I just didn’t know it? Looking up at the sky, the clouds were so intricate and beautiful I thought There’s No Way This World Is Real It Is Too Beautiful. But no, my friends just looked at me like ‘is this bitch okay’ and then proceeded to inform me that they too can see the clouds and yes they’re pretty but yes they are real. So I find myself in the passenger seat of the car and we’re speeding down the road of my small town where I was bullied, adored, loved, hated, missed, cursed, overjoyed and depressed. It felt like a fever dream. Of course the first time I did acid would be in this shitty town that I grew up in. Oddly, It was comforting. I felt waves of nostalgia. Pop music blasted through the speakers, poured through the open cracks of our windows, sang from our mouths as we screamed the lyrics into the night air and realized this is the happiest and youngest and freest we would ever be. We drove to the beach and back because we could. We drove in circles in the drive shack parking lot because we could. We stuck our hands and heads out of the windows and went 100 down the road because we could. We could do anything. Nobody wanted us home and nobody expected us to be anywhere. I was just happy. The sky blended into a painting and the ugly machines used for farming and agriculture turned into beautiful moving animals. I had a realization that the only thing that acid did differently for me was employ my imagination more easily. I feel like the sky can always be a painting and a windmill can always be magical and a tractor can always turn into a living animal if you let your mind be free and allow your imagination to roam. But I won’t deny that being on acid was probably the happiest I have ever been. Life was so beautiful and full of personality. The colors were more vibrant. They blended into each other and the lights illuminated the empty road and the water left from the rain would glisten with their reflections. On a drive on the highway at 4 am I was high on life (and drugs) and staying up to watch the sunrise and night swimming and screaming out of the window going 100 miles per hour. Alk this happened in one night… I had a smile glued on my face the entire time. (Also, when I woke up, I found Euphoria makeup and glitter all over my face. It was such look if I’m being honest.) Glad I still have a tab saved for whenever I want to be that happy in the future.
love,
pinkchaitea22
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