Corridors Of Perception: Teacher Dosed With Pupil’s LSD Recounts Trip
DID you ever give your teacher an illegal drug? Of coruse you did not. In Britain no self-respecting child would give their drugs away.
But in America the school kids do, apparently. And in the account hereunder, Sir recalls her trip to the trip:
Max had left a screensaver depicting 12 tabs of Scooby-Doo windowpane acid on one of my classroom computers. I told him to do a research paper on Timothy Leary and quit being such an asshole. I think that’s why he dosed me.
Lester Bangs lives:
By the time I reached Chase Street, I had a pretty good awareness of what was happening. Some of the treetops were dancing in the heat and wind, and my mouth was extremely dry. I went straight to Max, who was walking about 20 feet behind me.
“How you feeling, Mr. Moss?” he said with a smirk.
Mr Moss. Respect:
Max, this is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. How’d you do it?” I asked.
“Coffee” he admitted.
“How much?” I inquired.
“Small drop, one to two doses, should keep you going for a while.”
See that apple on sir;s desk. Injected with smack. That Terry’s chocolate orange. Hemlock. The sandwhich in his jacket pocket. Flick knife…
Spotter: Field Trippin’ ,via Dose Nation
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February 7th, 2009 at 8:38 am
I hate how most news (not this) categorizes lsd with cocaine heroin etc….
February 6th, 2009 at 10:25 am
chenier, i tried that white lightening once, i wouldn’t reccomend it anyone really, well not unless you don’t like them, then it might be a good idea.
February 6th, 2009 at 7:50 am
Nice typing to you too, Chenier - and, being morning and all, I cannot wish you good sleep. So have a joyful, productive, mishap-free day.
February 6th, 2009 at 1:41 am
Magnetite
I’m pretty sure that chips, however eccentrically shaped, are quintessentially products of the planet earth, and would thus have possessed a powerful ability to get people back there so they could eat some.
And bugger the arteries; plenty of time to worry about that later, once you’d yanked them from the Andromeda Nebula just before the 14 headed monster decided to eat them…
I must to bed; rather a lot to do tomorrow, but really nice typing to you. Sleep well…
February 6th, 2009 at 12:44 am
Nice, Chenier. Kind and thoughtful too, especially if you were ‘journeying’ yourself. My main act of caring under the influence was that I learnt to peel potatoes with a dessert spoon whilst tripping because using a knife freaked too many onlookers out (and I refuse to use a potato peeler). When the fifth plate-eyed person in a row tells you that you’re bleeding everywhere when you’re not, you have to go for the less threatening section of the cutlery drawer.
Strange how none of them felt threatened or frightened by the delicious (but all somewhat curved) chips that I made. Far too many for the fryer, turned and jiggled constantly so that the outsides are crisp and golden, but the insides are practically empty.
I may have helped to save fragile minds on those occasions, but I definitely narrowed arteries instead. Swings and roundabouts…
February 5th, 2009 at 10:49 pm
No, Magnetite, most definitely not. Not any kind of spook at all.
Just admitting to a passing acquaintanceship with what may have been pure myth about something called White Lightning. And whilst I did my share of exploring, I was more usually called upon to haul someone who had wandered a bit too far back from wherever they had gone to; I have a fairly distinctive voice, and a fairly distinctive mind, both of which can piss people off on occasions, but it came in useful if somebody wanted to return to this planet but wasn’t quite sure of the way…
February 5th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
Chenier. I’ve come to the conclusion that you wear many hats well, but you weren’t a CIA spook too, were you?
February 5th, 2009 at 9:08 pm
The bit about strychnine takes me back a bit. Actually, it takes me back a very long way; nowadays the CIA sticks to providing viagra to Afghani warlords…
February 5th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
I consider it my public duty, Mr. S. The scent of rose water used to reawaken those pathways in my (now heavily cobwebbed) brain. I’ll have to get some. If I can buy clear nail varnish for my toolbox, I can buy rose water with little or no embarrassment..
February 5th, 2009 at 8:40 pm
Thanks for helping bring on the flashbacks magnetite,, its mind magic….I love you.
February 5th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
Oh, how I miss it sometimes. The seven to twelve hours of benign madness, the rictus grin that is only partially due to the strychnine that tenses the muscles and tightens the throat. The lucid dreaming that comes if you somehow fall asleep. The hours of long, slow lazy stream-of-consciousness comedown - during which you have all the solutions to all of the world’s ills worked out, only to lose them like catching mist in a butterfly net as you straighten out fully. The free flashbacks that keep on giving years after administration. Sadly the last of them was five years ago now.
I lost the keys to the lock on Hofmann’s bicycle more than a decade ago, but I rode to some lovely places while I could.