I wasn't a huge fan of acid. I usually had bad paranoid trips. I found schrooms much more to my liking.
I could never tell the difference between acid and shrooms. We used to call both "head stones". Coke, Mesc, MDA... were "body stones". I much preferred the body-stones, but I was curious about the head-stones. My goal was to control the hallucinations whilst the different head-space granted me insights into myself & the universe. Hey, I was "experimenting"....
So I never really experienced much paranoia on acid. But here’s a story....
I was with a buddy when he went on a really bad trip. We were 16 and for some reason ended up in Surrey. And for SOME REASON we bought 2 hits from a stranger (we normally got our stuff from a UBC geek who cooked up batches of acid in the science lab - this guy ended up serving 2-years-less-a-day at Oakalla, but that's another story). Anyway we were at the McDonalds in Surrey (there was only ONE in those days) getting EXTREMELY high and in comes a girl I had partied with in Birch Bay a coupla months prior (Birch Bay was Party Central for Lower-Mainlanders back in the day). She had a few girl-friends with her and asked us if we wanted to go to a party.
So off we went. We followed her to a house and guys.... it was just awesome. Two girls for every guy. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I was making out with some chick in a bedroom when one of her girl-friends came bursting in: "Hey you better do something about your friend cuz he's FREAKING OUT!" Now fellas I really really
didn't want to leave that bedroom because it was SO
nice, but 'duty calls' right?
So I'm wandering around this house full of strangers, trying to get my pants on, lookin for my pal!
I distinctly remember that same girl showing up in my face again repeating "Hey your friend is FREAKING OUT!". To which I replied "WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS HE??". She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside and there he was, blabbing incoherently on the front lawn, waving his arms around, yelling at passers-by. He seemed pissed about something, but God knows what. I'm like "Buddy what are you doing, you're missing the party!" But buddy was RIGHT out of it. I decided to drive him home.
Hey in those days most folks on the road on a Saturday night were high or drunk. It was... acceptable.
So I get him into my Dodge Seneca:
... and head for the freeway. Now it's a good thing I used to speed like a demon because that made it harder for him to open the door when he suddenly decided to JUMP FOR IT! I used my honed pinball-quick reflexes to dive across and grab him by the scruff-of-the-shirt, pulling him, and the door, back in place. He kept asking me who I was and where I was taking him.
I just kept telling him to sit still and shut up. He was afraid of whoever-he-thought-I-was, so he obeyed for the most part. I got him to his parents house in East Van. It was late and the lights were out. And buddy was only quietly muttering to himself now. So I said to him "Look Dave, that's your house right?" He nodded. Me: "Okay, now listen, you're gonna hafta go straight to your room QUIETLY okay? If you wake your parents up, they're gonna know you did drugs, so you hafta be real QUIET okay?" He nodded. Me: "Okay, see ya tomorrow and remember: QUIET!" He smiles, nods, gets out and walks across the street.
His front door was always unlocked (those were the days), but as soon as he gets to the door he starts... POUNDING!! And YELLING: "OPEN THE FUCK UP, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!" And now he was LAUGHING... which of course made ME laugh. I'm thinking "Shit, here we go...". So the lights are all coming on as I walk over yelling "Didn't I (lol) fucking say (lol) QUIETLY??" The door opens and he scoots in, I could hear him ranting somewhere upstairs (4 floors counting the basement where his bedroom was).
Next thing I remember I was sitting in the kitchen with his parents, not sure where Dave was. They gave me a cup of coffee and were asking me what was wrong with Dave. I was all nonchalant. "Ummm not sure, we were at a friend's house in Surrey and he started acting funny, thanks for the coffee, so I thought I'd bring him home." They asked if I thought he might have taken some drugs. I said "No, I don't think so."
Then the strangest thing happened! I thought I was doing my usual superior job of "acting stock" as we called it. I was focusing on speaking clearly, concisely, and keeping every move smooth & easy... BUT... when I ever-so-gently placed the cup back on the table, a tiny sploosh of coffee SEEMED to splash out. Right away I'm thinking okay, did that really happen... or was it a hallucination?
Meanwhile I'm trying to focus on the conversation at hand WITHOUT seeming the least bit nervous or insecure. So I'm discretely checking for spillage and thinking "If I actually spilled my coffee, Dave's mom would be grabbing me a cloth... unless she's TOTALLY onto me and figures a little spillage at this point is relatively unimportant... but there doesn't APPEAR to be any spillage, as I take another sip, studying the table, it doesn’t seem wet... Meanwhile I can hear myself answering questions with things like "Well I guess he MIGHT have taken some drugs"... "No I don't know what kind of drugs"... "Me? No I'd never take any drugs"...
Each time I placed the cup down EVER-SO-GENTLY there was another... bloop
. I figured the best option was to just believe it was a hallucination and ignore it because if I actually WAS splashing coffee they'd ALREADY know I was stoned... whereas if I was merely hallucinating they wouldn't notice as long as I kept it to myself. As long as I kept it to myself. As long as I kept it to myself. They were studying me very closely so I was actually RELIEVED when Dave came storming through the kitchen yelling "What THE FUCK are you people doing in my kitchen??!!"
Soon the plan became: Dad will take Dave to the hospital while I sat and had more coffee with mom. I'm thinking "Good luck with THAT dad!". As they were corralling him into their car, I got into mine and made my get-away!
Buddy spent the night in the hospital and wouldn't touch LSD for 2 whole weeks.