That movie clip brought back teenage memories from 1972 of tripping on Orange Sunshine barrel acid (LSD).
I plan on watching the Orange Sunshine Documentary soon, maybe even later tonight!
That movie clip brought back teenage memories from 1972 of tripping on Orange Sunshine barrel acid (LSD).
I plan on watching the Orange Sunshine Documentary soon, maybe even later tonight!
Remember Window Pane? I did a 4-way hit and two bong rips that sent me to the Laughing Academy at 20. By far the most potent, mind bending trip I was ever on. Found God and flew thru the sun- it's a portal to heaven.
Yeah, I dosed with window pane, purchased in Gainesville FL 1973. I managed that trip reasonably well. The Orange Barrel, at age 15, almost took me over the edge! I left a group of friends at night in an AAMCO Transmission shop after one of the guys kept turning on drills and equipment. The sound flipped me out! I hitchhiked over to our local pool hall. The owner seemed unfazed and unaware of my extreme buzz. Outside, I could see the ultra-blue haze around the city electric wires. I went home and my older brother started screwing with me. He knew the time of day. All a grin now! My mom's oil paintings looked like indiscriminate goey blobs! In the morning, no sleep, I went to work. In those days, I drove a delivery truck for a very busy florist.Remember Window Pane? I did a 4-way hit and two bong rips that sent me to the Laughing Academy at 20. By far the most potent, mind bending trip I was ever on. Found God and flew thru the sun- it's a portal to heaven.
Damn, another one that was the real deal!
Yeah, I dosed with window pane, purchased in Gainesville FL 1973. I managed that trip reasonably well. The Orange Barrel, at age 15, almost took me over the edge! I left a group of friends at night in an AAMCO Transmission shop after one of the guys kept turning on drills and equipment. The sound flipped me out! I hitchhiked over to our local pool hall. The owner seemed unfazed and unaware of my extreme buzz. Outside, I could see the ultra-blue haze around the city electric wires. I went home and my older brother started screwing with me. He knew the time of day. All a grin now! My mom's oil paintings looked like indiscriminate goey blobs! In the morning, no sleep, I went to work. In those days, I drove a delivery truck for a very busy florist.
Thank you God for letting me live! For the sake of my marriage, I went clean May 5, 2014. I still enjoy the memories. At age 64, I just don't see any gain on dosing anymore.
I watched it with the sound off. That seems like someone didn't eat enough acid.
Yea baby. I had done milder stuff, like Microdots a low-dose of Blotter Acid, but nothing like Window Pane. The walls were breathing and the ceiling dripping, I really lost my Fritos. Orange Sunshine from Cali was even more popular.
We think it's all exciting when we're young and dumb but they had strong drugs when were growing up. Quaaludes, Placidils, Percs - none of this loony Bath Salts shit. Gainsville University was hippy head high back then as a party school.
Amen Brutha, we need to protect what few brain cells we have left.
Never had the experience, but I've seen friends on Windowpane. They were tripping their asses off, pupils big as saucers!
I had one good friend bang on my door at 2:00 freaking A.M., run past me without a word, down the stairs into the basement, and into the basement bedroom locking the door behind him, where I eventually found him hiding under the bed afraid to come out - after I finally forced the damn lock! He was a total nutcase until well after sunrise, where I then threw him out, only to find he went straight to another buddy of ours and pulled the same shit! And get this: He still talks about it, all these years later!
Yeah, I dosed with window pane, purchased in Gainesville FL 1973. I managed that trip reasonably well. The Orange Barrel, at age 15, almost took me over the edge! I left a group of friends at night in an AAMCO Transmission shop after one of the guys kept turning on drills and equipment. The sound flipped me out! I hitchhiked over to our local pool hall. The owner seemed unfazed and unaware of my extreme buzz. Outside, I could see the ultra-blue haze around the city electric wires. I went home and my older brother started screwing with me. He knew the time of day. All a grin now! My mom's oil paintings looked like indiscriminate goey blobs! In the morning, no sleep, I went to work. In those days, I drove a delivery truck for a very busy florist.
Thank you God for letting me live! For the sake of my marriage, I went clean May 5, 2014. I still enjoy the memories. At age 64, I just don't see any gain on dosing anymore.
Along with Reds, Tui's, and a plethora of serious prescription speed. It's a miracle anyone made it out of 1970! Especially, with the damn barbs. In fact, sadly some of us didn't (make it out). Something I never forget, and never fails to sadden me. Young naïve kids, looking for excitement & thrills. Always a dangerous recipe. There but for the grace of God goes I . . .
I was walking around a park completely blotto when some cops put me in the back seat. They knew I was tripping, so they starting making crazy faces and laughing like hell. They finally let me go, a couple of real assholes. Then another time, I went to a friend's party and to the bathroom. For some reason, I thought I was never gonna stop peeing so I ran out of the apartment with my schmeckle hanging out peeing all over the place.
Acid is weird shit. There's very little fun about it.
Reds, Goofies, Yellow Jackets, Black Beauties, Phenobarbitol, I remember them well. We were spoiled little lunatics, though sadly I lost many a friend. I have a crazy high tolerance to chems and booze, not a good thing, and by grace...
Amateurs.
I knew a guy that referred the early seventies as,
"The Great Pilleolithic Era"
Hah!
My years in Gainesville at the University of Florida required task-oriented discipline to graduate. From time to time, I stayed away from drugs and alcohol while focusing on certain goals, for instance, hiking the Appalachian Trail 2100 miles in 1981. I stayed straight during months of training, 2/3rds of the way hiking.... Springer Mountain Georgia to Delaware Water Gap, PA/NJ line. I partied from there to Mt. Katahdin ME. Now, almost every year I spend part of a month in the fall in the Berkshires.Geez - you hung in there pretty long - Trekker! Glad to see you made it to the other side!
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