Hippiekinkster
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TY Lushy! I'm stealing the concept and the title from Lushy elsewhere...
My story...
"It was a dark rainy night in the City that Never Sleeps. I was just about to pour a snootful of the Tenderloin's Finest when my secretary,..." OK wait that's not it.
"It was a dark and stormy night..." No that's not it either... hehehe All-righty then...
"Bummer childhood, but there were a few bright spots.
Weird as it sounds, the first time I did acid May 69. I was 15 (16 in August), and I was a runaway. Somehow I ended up in Columbus OH near Ohio State. SOmehow got a job in the mailroom of an insurance company, had a little apartment, was trying to get laid...
Somehow I met a couple cool college guys... Barry was working on a Masters in something or other, and Bob was graduating with a B.S. in Math. Bob's friend Mary was coming into town, and she was catching the bus up Summit St. to 16th Ave, which is where we were. She was coming in just before dusk, and Bob, Barry and I dropped just a few minutes before she was due at the bus stop. Bob and I bopped on down to the stop, barefoot, and Bob stepped on a piece of glass. I remember he was hopping around on one foot, and I was trying not to laugh at him. The LSD was just starting to come on.
Mary came, and we went back to the house. A friend of Barry's, Ernie, came by at just that time, and Mary and Ernie dropped. We all went up to the attic, which had some nice thick oriental carpets on the floor, plenty of candles on a low coffee table, a decent sound system,
cotton prints from India pinned to the sloped rafters, some incense, like a Temple... a perfect place to trip. We Had Pink Floyd, and the Moody Blues, and Peter Walker (Rainy Day Raga) and Jeff Airplane, a really great soundtrack going on... Barry was meditiating, doing a Kundalini thing; Ernie had wandered off downstairs, and Bob and Mary were in a corner just talking. I felt GOOD. Everything was BEAUTIFUL. Even the orange and green snakes writhing in the corner were cool, and I was scared to death of snakes back then. Ernie came stumbling up, but only made it to the head of the stairs. He was trying to say something, but couldn't quite manage, and that set me off one one of the best laughing jags I've ever had, to this very day. God, I just couldn't stop. I was urging Ernie on - "Get it out, Ernie! Get it out!" and he kept getting more and more flustered, and he finally retreated back downstairs. I was literally ROFL by then, and I just couldn't stop.
The rest of the night, I was still giggling and having just a great old time with my hallucinations (of course, acid doesn't produce true hallucinations, just some cool open eye visuals, or OEVs, if ya do enough).
This was the first time I'd ever gotten high on anything, even alcohol. I went straight for the Big One my first buzz. Over the next month, I got stoned, had my first drunk, got laid (an older woman, 17, named Margaret... forget her street name... "you can go down on me, I don't care, just don't ball me" so I did both.), hung out with an SDS group, went to the Krishna Temple (had my first Indian food AND my first Vegetarian) and met the Guru of the whole Krishna Consciousness movement, marched in an antiwar protest, had my first gay experience, bought my first bell bottoms, ... and I was diggin' every minute of it. I don't think I have ever felt quite as free since that summer."
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