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I just read the post "The Night God Gave Us The Acid" and it reminded me of an experience I had (though not as colorful, and set in the relatively boring era of circa 1979/1980).
Ah yes, those good times weirding out with friends on acid:
Myself, my twin brother, and two bandmates of ours, Matt and Patrick, were driving in Matt's Dodge Challenger in the Malibu area, yes, on acid. (Driving on acid never seemed like a bad thing in those days.) We were sort of driving aimlessly, looking for adventure. Well, we found some.
It was a foggy, misty day, the type that was pretty common in cooler months in those LA area beach-mountains. We randomly chose some road going up (inland) from Pacific Coast Highway into the hills. As the car climbed upward, the mist got heavier and thicker until it got to the point that even our acid-addled brains could understand that maybe it was better to pull over and let it get a little thinner than keep driving the hairpin curves in it.
We pulled over onto what looked like a deserted lot, but after stopping the car we eventually realized it was someone's property as we could see a trailer parked about 50 yards down at one end. At that moment we were too high to care much and it looked like no one was home; plus, it was very foggy.
We started milling around on this piece of ground and ended up having fun with a spontaneous experiment in sound wave physics that I recall vividly to this day. Two of us were standing together and the other two were standing together but about 60 feet away from the other pair. Due to the atmospheric conditions---lots of water molecules in the air, and a cool air temperature---we found that our two pairs could whisper to each other, literally whisper or speak very quietly under the breath, and the other pair, 60 or so feet away, could hear it as if the person whispering were inches away. It would have been weird even if we hadn't been on acid, but on acid, it was REALLY weird.
We stood there having fun with this phenomenon for several minutes, when suddenly the door to that trailer which seemed vacant and unoccupied flew open and, terrified, one of us screamed "DOGS!!" as whoever was in the trailer released their hounds on us!
In a blind panic, we literally dove into the Challenger's open windows headfirst, at least a couple of us did, the others who were further away from the car racing for it, giggling and screaming...
A second or two later, from the safety of the car, we got a look at the hell-hounds that were out for our blood... and they were two little tiny toy terriers!! And they hadn't even run any closer to us than 10 feet from the trailer! Oh, the hilarity! I'm sure that the person inside the trailer must have gotten an even bigger laugh from our overreaction than we did! We must have looked like total druggie freaks to them.
No longer welcome at our little randomly misappropriated, foggy Malibu Shangri-La, we drove away looking for our next acid-drenched adventure...
Ah, the good old days.
Ah yes, those good times weirding out with friends on acid:
Myself, my twin brother, and two bandmates of ours, Matt and Patrick, were driving in Matt's Dodge Challenger in the Malibu area, yes, on acid. (Driving on acid never seemed like a bad thing in those days.) We were sort of driving aimlessly, looking for adventure. Well, we found some.
It was a foggy, misty day, the type that was pretty common in cooler months in those LA area beach-mountains. We randomly chose some road going up (inland) from Pacific Coast Highway into the hills. As the car climbed upward, the mist got heavier and thicker until it got to the point that even our acid-addled brains could understand that maybe it was better to pull over and let it get a little thinner than keep driving the hairpin curves in it.
We pulled over onto what looked like a deserted lot, but after stopping the car we eventually realized it was someone's property as we could see a trailer parked about 50 yards down at one end. At that moment we were too high to care much and it looked like no one was home; plus, it was very foggy.
We started milling around on this piece of ground and ended up having fun with a spontaneous experiment in sound wave physics that I recall vividly to this day. Two of us were standing together and the other two were standing together but about 60 feet away from the other pair. Due to the atmospheric conditions---lots of water molecules in the air, and a cool air temperature---we found that our two pairs could whisper to each other, literally whisper or speak very quietly under the breath, and the other pair, 60 or so feet away, could hear it as if the person whispering were inches away. It would have been weird even if we hadn't been on acid, but on acid, it was REALLY weird.
We stood there having fun with this phenomenon for several minutes, when suddenly the door to that trailer which seemed vacant and unoccupied flew open and, terrified, one of us screamed "DOGS!!" as whoever was in the trailer released their hounds on us!
In a blind panic, we literally dove into the Challenger's open windows headfirst, at least a couple of us did, the others who were further away from the car racing for it, giggling and screaming...
A second or two later, from the safety of the car, we got a look at the hell-hounds that were out for our blood... and they were two little tiny toy terriers!! And they hadn't even run any closer to us than 10 feet from the trailer! Oh, the hilarity! I'm sure that the person inside the trailer must have gotten an even bigger laugh from our overreaction than we did! We must have looked like total druggie freaks to them.
No longer welcome at our little randomly misappropriated, foggy Malibu Shangri-La, we drove away looking for our next acid-drenched adventure...
Ah, the good old days.
