I seriously want to do acid again. It was honestly one of my fondest memories ever. I was with a few really good friends that I rarely get to see anymore because of college, and we drove to the beach. Holy shit.
We spent hours making a huge art exhibit with driftwood and a bunch of other shit that we just found all over the place. We had a Crazy Bridge (it was the right of passage), a Barnacle Board, and I made a toilet. There were like ten different exhibits that we all just kind of made on our own, and then
one collaborative one that had a dead seagull at the top.If you haven't swam in the ocean while tripping, you haven't swam in the ocean. It was amazing to just sit there in the shallows and watch straight ahead as a decent-sized wave just comes crashing down on to you.
Then later we made a HUGE bonfire and had a visit from a fire marshal. We weren't breaking any rules, but he was just making sure we'd put it out.
I didn't really hallucinate all that much aside from seeing smoke come out of the sand everywhere I stepped and some other random visual illusions because I only took two hits, but it was an incredible experience.
I have begun to dislike smoking weed these days. The feeling just isn't that great, and then the couple days after are just excruciatingly frustrating because I make so many retarded mistakes. I also get the munchies like no other, and that is not good.
P.S. Bobbias: The only hard alcohol that I can drink without making an "oh god why is this horrible liquid in my mouth?" face are J
