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This is an account of what was the worst trip of my life. I went to a rave with a friend. On the line to get in, we were chatting with this kid from Ohio who had geltabs for sale. I indicated that I wanted to purchase, but should wait until we get inside. After we got in, I found my new friend and paid him for two black gels. This kid wasn&#x27;t very slick, he sat down in a corner and took out a rather large sheet of geltabs. Having never taken geltabs before, but having used paper 9-10 times, I thought that I could handle two. All of a sudden, a cop started walking straight in our direction.  The dealer, who was tripping freakin&#x27; nuts, rips a good amount of that sheet and shoves it in my hands. I immediately threw it into my mouth and swallowed it. 
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After about 20 minutes, it started coming in heavy. REAL heavy. I went to the chill area to eat a pretzel and drink an iced tea. I couldn&#x27;t swallow the pretzel and would spit it out into my hand. I was then talking to this guy from NYC named Vic, who asked me how much acid I took. I said that I probably took about 9 or 10 doses at once, and that I was freaking out hard.
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After that, I went to the stands and had a seat, eating a giant pixy stick and smoking a cigarette, because I was tripping far too hard to be dancing or anything. I then blacked out.
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The next few hours are a muddle...I don&#x27;t remember much other than screaming &#x27;Kill me&#x27; to the nurses, taking a leak, or knocking over some no doubt expensive piece of machinery.
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It turns out they had to sedate me.
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I awoke the next day still tripping. This time is still a muddle...I don&#x27;t remember much because it was so fucking wierd and beyond my comprehension. I don&#x27;t know whether I was dreaming or conscious. I stared at my hands for what seemed like hours, and the doctors and nurses made fun of me. 
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Next memory was me awakening in a different room a completely changed person. I could tell.  My mom had to drive an hour and a half in late June to come pick me up from the hospital. I have never seen her so angry in my entire life.
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The Tuesday after, I had appendicitis and went to the hospital, where I stayed until Friday.
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The flashbacks never stopped until about two months after that bad experience. Everything triggered them, from just staring at my hands in a certain way to hearing certain phrases.
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I will never take acid again, and I am glad for this. I was (and still am, after five months of psychotherapy and antidepressant medication), at least a little, cut off from reality.
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The moral of this story is to ALWAYS look at what you buy before shoving it in your mouth.
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peace.....&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Published: Aug 9, 2001&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Views: 30,079&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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