I've had some interesting acid trips.
Shortly after the invasion of Grenada, a couple of friends returned to Ft. Bragg for some rest and relaxation. When they got back to Grenada, they had a couple of hits of Orange Sunshine for me. I took them both, packed up my camera and headed for the beach. On the way, returning from the beach, was my sarge. I said, 'I'm high, how are you?' but I muttered the 'I''m' part, and he said, what? And I said, 'Hi, how are you' and gave him an odd look, like he was the crazy one. Heh.
On the beach, the acid started kicking in. There was a cliff along the beach near our site, and I love climbing stuff generally, and really like it when I'm tripping, so I started climbing it. It was maybe 50 or 60 feet high, and I was about 25 feet up when my commanding officer came walking by. He saw me and yelled that I better get down, or I could get hurt. But I'd destroyed the path I took as I climbed, rocks falling away and stuff, so there was no real choice anymore but to climb all the way. My commander went on his way, and I finished the climb.
Atop the cliff there was a jungle, so I went hiking through it...and blundered into a herd of feral cows roaming the jungle, with one bad-ass bull staring me right in the eye. He charged me, trying to drive me away from his herd, and I freaked out, went running though the jungle with a mad bull cow on my ass. But I was more agile and faster around trees, and I was hyped on acid too, so there was no catching me.
I made my way back to the beach, and saw a colony of crabs. I was fascinated. They seemed to have a complete social structure, like little eight-legged people. So I pulled out my camera and tripod and took some pictures. I lost track of time, got totally involved in the life of a crab colony. An hour or two later, a British family who owned a mansion nearby wandered by. I looked up and was startled to see non-military people. I smiled, but it musta been a trippy smile, because they kinda backed away from me and left.
Bored with crabs, I decided to go snorkeling, despite the fact that I can't swim. I put on a snorkel and swam around the reef. Suddenly I felt a jolt of electricity on the right side of my body -- I'd forgetten that my Kodak disc camera was still in my pocket, and the battery had discharged, or the capacitors, something. The right side of my body was numb, not reacting normally and right then a small current sucked me off the edge of the reef into deeper water.
Not having control of the right side of my body, I promptly began to panic and drown. Looking around, I could see nobody nearby to call to for help, so I realized I was either going to figure out how to get back onto the reef, or I was going to drown and die. Looking through my mask, I looked underwater and along the edge of the reef near me was a big ol' spiky sea urchin. I extended my functioning left leg as far as I could and slammed my foot down on the sea urchin, driving its spikes through the bottom of my foot and out the top of my foot, which hurt like a sumbitch. But doing that did provide me the leverage I needed to pull myself onto the reef.
I climbed out of the water, took that Kodak disc camera out of my back pocket, and proceeded to beat the thing to dust with a rock. Man, I was pissed. The thing had almost caused my death!
Finally, the acid started to fade, and I limped back to our site at Point Salines (the southern part of Grenada). Unfortunately, everyone else who knew how to operate our radio station (Radio Free Grenada) was out on the town, and nobody knew how to start it up and get it working, so I had to do that, while coming down off acid, shortly after being chased through the jungle by a cow, mildly electrocuted in sea water, and poisoned by a sea urchin. (To make it up to me, my sarge gave me four consecutive days off after that, which was really cool.)
What a trippy day that was!
