I have only tried LSD once in my life and it wasn't very strong, so I wasn't tripping as much as I would have liked. It was around April 2001 whilst I was working for the telephone market research company in Wimbledon. This was my second job after McDonald's and my colleagues where from all warps of life.
Due to the nature of the job, you chose your hours the week before. The pay was low but you got decent bonuses. You could work up to three shifts a day, morning from 9am - 12.30pm, afternoon from 1.30pm - 5pm and finally the evening shift of 5.30pm - 9pm.
Anyway, due to that a lot of people worked in the medium sized office. Some people who only did 9am - 5pm. Some people only doing evenings. Ecetera, you catch my drift. The majority of staff were young people, students at college or university. Therefore taking drugs was a popular and predominant theme among most of the staff.
This is where I met new weed dealers (who I used for a good ten years after leaving there!), my first reliable pill dealers and then of course the odds and sods who where able to supply different types of drugs such as Magic Mushrooms, LSD and Speed.
This is where I met new weed dealers (who I used for a good ten years after leaving there!), my first reliable pill dealers and then of course the odds and sods who where able to supply different types of drugs such as Magic Mushrooms, LSD and Speed.
Of course, I was up for trying any new high. So when the subject of purchasing some LSD became the topic of our cigarette break conversation, I made sure everyone was aware that I wanted in.
It was D***** or D** as he preferred to be called, that was able to get them. D** was around the same age as me, 20. I can't remember for sure. Maybe he was a little younger, but maybe he was a little older.
It was D***** or D** as he preferred to be called, that was able to get them. D** was around the same age as me, 20. I can't remember for sure. Maybe he was a little younger, but maybe he was a little older.
He looked older than me. D** was a bit grungy stroke hippy in his appearance, dress and music taste. Although, he was also in to hip hop big time, so at least we had some common ground there.
He had mousey brown, wavy hair that hung to just below his stubble covered jaw line. The stubble extended to create a messy goatee beard and mustache in a matching mousey brown. D** was quite pale as he wasn't a fan of the sun but maybe that was more noticeable due to the large amount of black, Asian and mixed race boys who formed our clique.
He had mousey brown, wavy hair that hung to just below his stubble covered jaw line. The stubble extended to create a messy goatee beard and mustache in a matching mousey brown. D** was quite pale as he wasn't a fan of the sun but maybe that was more noticeable due to the large amount of black, Asian and mixed race boys who formed our clique.
D**'s wardrobe consisted of black, navy and khaki coloured baggy t-shirts, possible adorned with images of Metalica or Guns 'n' Roses teamed with baggy jeans or cargo pants. Worn very low. Tempting to yank down low.
D** was a heavy weed smoker easily caning a Henry in a day. He was a real laid back dude, always totally chilled, peace, love and harmony man. D** was also a pill head and he had joined me and my best friend Z** numerous times, for a few Friday night pills, spliffs and drinks at Zoe's flat. Anyway, once the subject of LSD had arrived, we had agreed to drive to Fulham on Friday after work to pick up some from his mate.
I met D** in the Wetherspoons in Wimbledon around 7pm on the Friday. I was drinking a large glass of wine and had not long taken a half of a new pill I had acquired. They were called Purple Spotted Mercedes and were round, an almost pale blue-white and complete with purple spots.
D** was a heavy weed smoker easily caning a Henry in a day. He was a real laid back dude, always totally chilled, peace, love and harmony man. D** was also a pill head and he had joined me and my best friend Z** numerous times, for a few Friday night pills, spliffs and drinks at Zoe's flat. Anyway, once the subject of LSD had arrived, we had agreed to drive to Fulham on Friday after work to pick up some from his mate.
I met D** in the Wetherspoons in Wimbledon around 7pm on the Friday. I was drinking a large glass of wine and had not long taken a half of a new pill I had acquired. They were called Purple Spotted Mercedes and were round, an almost pale blue-white and complete with purple spots.
They were a nice pill, you didn't get too hyper or tense. I certainly didn't gurn and chew the inside of my cheek as intensively as I did with other types of pills. When you came up the rush wasn't as strong as other pills. There was no mad dash to the toilet to be sick. No face turning crimson in seconds and sweat beginning to form. Definitely no speed, a common ingredient in cheaper pills. However they clearly had a little LSD or Ketamin added. I've never had Ketamin on it's own before.
It's probably only one of two drugs I have never tried. I am aware of it's effects though. It mongs you, for example a lot of people who go out and take Ket, often end up half passed out on a sofa at the end of the night and end up wetting themselves. It's like they're aware, but their body is asleep and won't move. Ket can make you slightly hallucinate along with being a pain killer.
I remember the anti-drugs cards we got at school telling us that someone on Ket had hallucinated and imagined a hole in the club wall. Apparently they repeatedly headbutted the wall in a desperate attempt to walk through their imagined hole. The pain killer prevented them from feeling the pain and the hallucinogenic ensured that they carried on harming themselves.
Back to the story, as a result the pills were not very speedy with only the MDMA pepping you up and slightly trippy so you were able to chill easily on them. Along with the glass of wine I was tripping quite nicely. I was drinking with my colleagues - Z**, the oh so sexy C****, J* and her boyfriend M***.
J* and M*** were proper skate park grungy looking. J* had deep brown eyes, very pale olive skin and short cropped black hair. Her hair was streaked with bright pinks, purples, blues and greens. She had at least 5 piercings in each ear along with her eyebrow, nose, lip and tongue.
Back to the story, as a result the pills were not very speedy with only the MDMA pepping you up and slightly trippy so you were able to chill easily on them. Along with the glass of wine I was tripping quite nicely. I was drinking with my colleagues - Z**, the oh so sexy C****, J* and her boyfriend M***.
J* and M*** were proper skate park grungy looking. J* had deep brown eyes, very pale olive skin and short cropped black hair. Her hair was streaked with bright pinks, purples, blues and greens. She had at least 5 piercings in each ear along with her eyebrow, nose, lip and tongue.
M*** in contrast had ice blue eyes and wore his blond hair shaved, in a mini mohekan. He had a piercing in his nose septum and two large circles in his ears. You know, those things that expand the hole. M***'s hole's were rather large and you could easily place a finger inside each.
They were both fans of black. M*** in skater chic, baggy t-shirts and combat pants while J* wore black tops, trousers and skirts. She would always look fashionable, just not the fashion I would follow. Tonight she wore red and black stripy tights, a black, above the knee skirt and a black top that showed her fantastic cleavage and hid her slightly chubby tummy. The skirt had all kind of zips, pockets, buttons and flaps.
Z**, was in her skinny stage (a combination of copious amounts of Ecstasy, a well known appetite suppressant and a shitty boyfriend) and even though she was only 5'2, the 6 inch platform boots she wore, combined with her tight fitting trousers made her look as if she was super model stature. Her hair was bleached a light blond but she had about two inches of black re-growth coming through.
Z**, had bright blue eyes and she too had an olive complexion. Like J* she too was pale but this was not through a fashion choice. J* actively avoided the sun and wore lighter make-up because that was the look she was trying to achieve.
Z**,'s pale jaundice colouring was due to the shit time she was having in life. Regardless of this, having no boobs and bum, Z**, still looked hot. She wore neon pink eye shadow, dark purple liquid eye-line (on the top and bottom) and dark navy mascara.
Like me Z**, was wearing a fake, tight, cropped leather jacket similar to the ones made popular by Posh and Becs and a tight white t-shirt. Hers being a high round neck though in comparison to my very low cut v-neck.
Like me Z**, was wearing a fake, tight, cropped leather jacket similar to the ones made popular by Posh and Becs and a tight white t-shirt. Hers being a high round neck though in comparison to my very low cut v-neck.
I thankfully had lost all my puppy fat by this stage and had gained the slender face to match the slender figure. I now was the proud owner of a pair of wicked sharp cheek bones.
My thin plucked eyebrows enhanced my now large green eyes and my curly hair had been blow dried to an inch within it's life, pulled tightly straight and coloured in a very dark blond. My black jacket and white t-shirt was combined with a pair of tight navy boot cut jeans and black Reebok Classic's finished my look.
And C**** well he was just 6'4 foots worth of pure sex. Chiseled jaw, sexy eyes, mixed race, totally fucking amazing.
And C**** well he was just 6'4 foots worth of pure sex. Chiseled jaw, sexy eyes, mixed race, totally fucking amazing.
We must have looked a rather odd sight in the pub, people from all different types of genre. Z**, and me were the 'pretty' 'fashionable', heavily made up girls who followed current fashions and aimed to look like sex bombs the majority of the time. C**** and D** hip hop baggie cool kinda guys. Finally J* and M*** black, dark and grungy.
D** ordered a beer and came to join us at our table and it wasn't long before I had to turn the conversation to drugs. I mean, come on, it was my favourite thing.
'D**, we still good for later, yeah?'
'Sure man, no problems girl. After I've had this pint, I'll give ***** a call, see if it's cool to come down now'
'Wicked, I can't wait to try it, I've never done LSD before'
Apart from D** no one at the table had tried LSD, so he told us his tales of his LSD experiences. We listened intensively, kinda in awe of this tales.
We all dabbled in drugs, but mainly cocaine, pills and weed. Chain smoking my cigarettes, whilst glugging down my wine, it wasn't long before my large glass had gone. D** too was almost finished, so I darted to the toilets before our journey.
My bladder was full, but emptying it would be as easy as I would have liked. For some reason when on Ecstasy, like heroin peeing is f**king hard! I don't know why, maybe it dehydrates you and your pee tube sticks together. That's what it feels like anyway, you have to seriously force yourself to pee.
My bladder was full, but emptying it would be as easy as I would have liked. For some reason when on Ecstasy, like heroin peeing is f**king hard! I don't know why, maybe it dehydrates you and your pee tube sticks together. That's what it feels like anyway, you have to seriously force yourself to pee.
The number of times I was at my 'rents' house and had to turn on the bathroom tap or shake a bottle of water to encourage it, I couldn't count!
Knowing this and knowing that D** would be waiting for me crossed my mind so before I entered the cubical I turned on the wash basin tap. It was one of those ones that you pushed down and after a set amount of time it would automatically stop. Pushing it right down hard, I darted into the toilet, pulling down my jeans quickly and whipping my thong to one side. Then I squeezed with all my might!
Thankfully, just as the tap was turning off, a trickle appeared. I was finally relieved! Glancing down I noticed the familiar wisp of steam floating up between my legs. Again having a steaming piss was common place for me on a pill. Why it steamed I don't know. Clearly it must have been hot.
I stopped at the mirrors on the way out to check myself out. Boy, I was hot! For the first time in my life I felt truly attractive. After all the bullying at school and being the only girl in my year not allowed to play spin the bottle because I was too fat and ugly, I was now a swan.
I stopped at the mirrors on the way out to check myself out. Boy, I was hot! For the first time in my life I felt truly attractive. After all the bullying at school and being the only girl in my year not allowed to play spin the bottle because I was too fat and ugly, I was now a swan.
I had my fake tight leather style jacket unzipped below my cleavage, squeezing my boobs which make them look at least two sizes bigger. Wonderbra's were my saviour and I wore them heavily padded. I was a double D, so it wasn't like the guy would be disappointed when I took my bra off. I went from looking like a double D, to looking like a double E.
My white t-shirt was tight and low cut and unlike Z**, s baggie round neck emphasised my slim waist and large boobies. My tight navy jeans skimmed on the floor and were ripped and worn at the back. I had bought them in long and they were too long for me when I wore them with trainers.
My hair was long, the ends reaching my nipples and had been recently dyed a dark blond, mousey brown colour. My straight, slightly curled under hair style had been copied from Rachel in Friends. The colour enhanced my dark green eyes.
I had heavy eye make up, wearing dark grey eye shadow, teamed with black eyeliner, thick, smudged around my eyes and blended to the outer corners of my eyes. This was teamed with several layers of black thick mascara.
I had heavy eye make up, wearing dark grey eye shadow, teamed with black eyeliner, thick, smudged around my eyes and blended to the outer corners of my eyes. This was teamed with several layers of black thick mascara.
My skin was slightly tanned and clear. I leaned towards the mirror staring into my enlarged pupils. My eyes had the expression of a fox, or other small animal before it got hit by a car speeding at 70mph. My pupils were so large, the small green rim could hardly be seen, but large pupils where sexy. I touched up my sparkly lip gloss and left the bathroom.
When I returned D** was already putting on his jacket, heavily dragging on the last few pulls on his cigarette before draining the last dregs of his pint.
When I returned D** was already putting on his jacket, heavily dragging on the last few pulls on his cigarette before draining the last dregs of his pint.
We said out goodbyes (me, feeling secretly glad as C**** was leaving too and therefore not left with Z**, ) and headed to my car. My first car was a E-reg, black, Mini Mayfair. I had a cheap tape cassette stereo and therefore my music choice was rather limited.
The radio was pretty crap and the only tapes I had was Dr Dre, Chronic 2000, a couple of hiphop mix tapes and some old garage tapes.
I got in and opened the passenger door from the inside. D** climbed in and I placed the keys in the ignition. The buzz from my half a pill was beginning to fade. I had taken the half around 5.30pm when we reached the pub and I had drunk a bottle of wine in the two hours I was in the pub. I gave Z** the other half as I still had another three in my wallet. I decided I wanted a top up now and proceeded to take one out and snap it in half. I dry throated it and looked at D**.
'Do you want this half? Purple Spotted Mercedes. Really nice buzz. Not speedy, kinda trippy'
'Ummm.... Yeah.... Sure man. That's safe man... Totally safe Jen. You must've read my mind babes' D** replied whilst happily taking my offering.
I turned over the engine and turned up the hip hop. Our quest had begun. I asked D** what direction I needed to go to and he directed me. It was a warm spring summer evening and the air was kind of hazy. People sat outside drinking in pubs, walking dogs and generally enjoying the unusually warm weather. We wound down the windows and smoked one on the pre-made spliffs I had prepared earlier.
I have no memory of our conversation, although I know it was mad. As I started to come up the world began to look fuzzy and slowly bounced up and down, almost vibrating. My memory was fuzzy. My vision was fuzzy. Words sounded fuzzy. Pretty soon D**'s continuous mellow chat mixed with the low buzz of hip hop became one combined melody.
I got in and opened the passenger door from the inside. D** climbed in and I placed the keys in the ignition. The buzz from my half a pill was beginning to fade. I had taken the half around 5.30pm when we reached the pub and I had drunk a bottle of wine in the two hours I was in the pub. I gave Z** the other half as I still had another three in my wallet. I decided I wanted a top up now and proceeded to take one out and snap it in half. I dry throated it and looked at D**.
'Do you want this half? Purple Spotted Mercedes. Really nice buzz. Not speedy, kinda trippy'
'Ummm.... Yeah.... Sure man. That's safe man... Totally safe Jen. You must've read my mind babes' D** replied whilst happily taking my offering.
I turned over the engine and turned up the hip hop. Our quest had begun. I asked D** what direction I needed to go to and he directed me. It was a warm spring summer evening and the air was kind of hazy. People sat outside drinking in pubs, walking dogs and generally enjoying the unusually warm weather. We wound down the windows and smoked one on the pre-made spliffs I had prepared earlier.
I have no memory of our conversation, although I know it was mad. As I started to come up the world began to look fuzzy and slowly bounced up and down, almost vibrating. My memory was fuzzy. My vision was fuzzy. Words sounded fuzzy. Pretty soon D**'s continuous mellow chat mixed with the low buzz of hip hop became one combined melody.
The dusk became dark. The inky black spilling further and further forward, covering the pale blue that remained. Traffic lights began to sparkle, car lights twinkled and the street lights glowed neon. The heavenly little pill enhancing what is normally conceived as boring.
The main roads changed to residential. Residential streets changed to housing estates. And the housing estates to our final destination.
The main roads changed to residential. Residential streets changed to housing estates. And the housing estates to our final destination.
Having never taken LSD before, I only purchased two. One for me, and one for my girl. We were clubbing tomorrow night and LSD would be a good addition to our drinking and pilling.
After our purchase we headed back to the pub. The 90 minute drive was reduced to 45 as the heavy, Friday night traffic began to ease. The others had gone by the time we arrived at 10pm. Me and D** didn't care, we drunk some more and topped up with another quarter of a pill each. At 11.30pm we left, skinning up in the car before we started our journey. I dropped D** at the bus stop and we said our tipsy goodbyes.
And the LSD that's another story.
After our purchase we headed back to the pub. The 90 minute drive was reduced to 45 as the heavy, Friday night traffic began to ease. The others had gone by the time we arrived at 10pm. Me and D** didn't care, we drunk some more and topped up with another quarter of a pill each. At 11.30pm we left, skinning up in the car before we started our journey. I dropped D** at the bus stop and we said our tipsy goodbyes.
And the LSD that's another story.
