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In 1984 I was relatively new to LSD, having only tripped a few times before. My friend R introduced me to it with some Orange Pyramid. The first and second trips we took together were absolutely mind-blowing, in a good way. To this day I still can&#x27;t properly put them into words. However this is about our third trip. And it is still with me to this day.
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We had gotten hold of some Green Pyramid this time. Just like before, we had it all planned out very carefully. Around 6pm, R came over to the house and after a few minutes we dropped the cid. We sat around for a while listening to music and talking. Finally, after around an hour or so, R asks me &#x27;are you tripping? Look at your eyes dude... are you tripping?&#x27;
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I said, &#x27;hell yes, this is gonna be great!&#x27; Another 5 or 10 minutes went by and he asked again, &#x27;are you tripping?&#x27; I said &#x27;yeah, aren&#x27;t you tripping yet?&#x27; 
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That&#x27;s when he stood up and said, &#x27;I never took mine. I have to go. You&#x27;re a drug addict now. I&#x27;ve transformed you. Look at yourself.&#x27; And walked out.
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My entire existence came crashing down in one massive swirling nuclear Acid bomb. Everything was exactly the opposite of those fantastic trips I had on the Orange Pyramid. Everything was black, poisoned, burnt, and death was everywhere. I sat there in shock at what I knew was going to be a very long night. And I wanted to kill my friend for setting me up for this experience. I know now that he did it because he was curious about how it would turn out and knew I could handle it. But I still wish I could return the favor someday.
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The incredibly beauty of the music turned into a hollow, vile mocking of me and everything I was about. And if this wasn&#x27;t bad enough, R&#x27;s last words to me came rushing back.... &#x27;you&#x27;re a drug addict now. Look at yourself....&#x27; and I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Worst mistake ever.
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My eyes were completely black. This was very good acid and if the bad was anything like the good, this was going to be hell. I saw myself, dirty and disgusting and withering away. In my mind was repeating DRUG ADDICT, PATHETIC LOSER, YOU&#x27;RE IN HELL NOW BOY. YOU&#x27;VE DONE IT THIS TIME. I thought, I will never amount to anything because I&#x27;ve poisoned my existence with this shit. This must be what the whole world is like. Pointless existence and death.
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And then the flesh melted off my face. The whole room was swirling with demons and death, and I sat there staring in the mirror for 14 fucking hours thinking DRUG ADDICT. DEATH. ETERNAL HELL. POISON. BLACKNESS.
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I stood up and tried to shake it off a few times with no luck. Kept telling myself, &#x27;this is just a drug like before. I know it&#x27;s bad, but I WILL come out of this.&#x27; I looked at my eyes again in the mirror and thought, &#x27;Holy fuck man, I am freaking the fuck out!&#x27; I was too. I was tripping hardcore in a black burnt up hell on earth, and it was all my fault. Everything was my fault. The world was going to die because I took this stupid acid. I wanted to die.
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It was worse than I can probably ever descibe in any language, but the only thing that kept me from killing myself that night was an anchor to reality based on pure fascination with LSD. I remembered the amizing trips I had before and thought, &#x27;those were so great.... this must be the other side of it. This must be a bad trip.&#x27; And then everything that R did and said to create this hell made perfect sense. I thought, good stuff and great music makes it awesome, and bad shit and betrayal turns it black.
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And somehow knowing that made it better. The trip remained bad until I finally came down, but for the remainder I was able to see it for what it was. And experience on the dark side of LSD. 
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I still look back at that night with that frame of mind. I was in hell at the time, but I know it wasn&#x27;t real. I&#x27;ve tripped several times since then, and even had a few times when friends tried to steer me into the black with everything they could think of. But having gone through that, I&#x27;m able to not let it take hold anymore. I can force myself to have a good trip instead regardless of the situation. (although I still am careful not to tempt it.) 
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I think it&#x27;s because R did that to me on purpose, to show me what can happen. If it had happened without any logical reason, I don&#x27;t know if I would have lived through it.
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I do not recommend doing this to anyone. I was fortunate to have a strong mind and be able to work through it. This could seriously damage someone. Always trip safe. And hopefully by reading this, if a bad trip should come upon you, you might have some more mental tools to fight it off. Never forget, it is just a drug, and you WILL come out of it.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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