Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Acid King: RIP Owsley Stanley

I'm a bit late on this but i figured i needed to post it, the godfather of quality acid died a couple weeks back in New Zealand and if you watch the clip you can learn all about the Bear (thanks VH1)... see you either try LSD and never try it again or you try it and say "that was the best fucking thing ever", i fell into the later and once i got on that train i stayed on for a long time. The summer of 91 was the summer of the blue peace signs, good clean fun any way you slice it and i couldn't even tell you how many i tossed in my mouth while living in my one room above a t-shirt shop in Ocean City, usually i tripped 6 nights a week but hell after awhile i lost count you know, they say that if you've dropped more than 7 times in your life that you are legally insane, an urban myth i believe cuz if that's the case i'm insane an hundred times over, though i've never tried to actually count, but there was the summer of 91 which was one long trip, there were the days of me and the good Doctor being The Bad Acid Kings at Podunk U., basically eating all kinds of shitty acid that gave you no visuals but made you grind your teeth for hours on end, there was the girl back in 94 and 95 walking down the boardwalk to where i worked all pie-eyed and handing me hits while i was at work at the Fry Hut, there have been blotter, liquid, sugar-cubes, micro-dots, all eaten with a smile, i've tripped in the summer fall winter and spring, in the country and in the city, at clubs, in my apt., in strangers apts, while walking down streets, by myself, with friends, in various cities, with various females and i can honestly sit here and tell that not once did i have a bad time, not once did i even have an ok time, every time was a fucking good time and some of them were great and some were fucking life changing events where i had unlocked the secrets of the universe only to forget to write it down. I could easily sit here and tell you enough stories to fill a very large and long book but in honor of Owsley i'm only gonna tell one... It was Labor Day weekend and this girl and i had nothing to do and the next day off so we decided to eat some sugar cubes, of course as i threw it in my mouth i said Oh Shit, that was a heavy dose, so heavy you could taste it and so i asked her what she needed and i ran to the store, it was a warm day with big puffy clouds and once in the store i could feel the rush coming on so i left my sunglasses on and wandered around the mini-mart for about 20 minutes cuz i was on the way up and couldn't remember half of what i came for, basically a lot of Gatorade, some Life-Savers, gum, a bag of pretzels, some smokes and all the while it felt like i was doing quantum physics and there was a lot of people milling around and looking very strange and the lights were fucking with me through my sunglasses and when i finally paid and hit the humid air i felt like jelly, a big giggling mass of jelly cuz i had a permanent grin stuck to my face, so i walked back to the apt. and up to the second floor and this girl was sitting there looking worried and basically she was tripping so hard she was starting to lose it so i began talking her down and i don't know how long it took but it took awhile and i told her it was cool, the door is locked and we have like supplies and shit and there are a couple of really mellow cats walking around and right on cue one jumped up and laid in her lap and she started to breathe and since we were both so whacked we turned on the telly, to tell you how high i was we began watching Selena for some reason, the J. Lo movie and it was about half way through the damn thing when i looked over at my tripping mate and said "when are they gonna start speaking fucking English?" and she laughed and said "they are" and i said "bullshit, just listen the whole movie's in Spanish" and she just smiled and shook her pretty little head and i sat there and concentrated really hard and was like "well fuck me it is English" and proceeded to elucidate on how i was really just translating in my head but didn't know enough Spanish to do that but somehow i did, of course after that we were like fuck this and watched a Planet of the Apes marathon and around 11pm or so we walked up to the pizza shop to get a pie and the breeze was cool and it seemed that every other human we came upon was completely out of their minds, but not us, by the time we got pack with our pizza and soda we locked the door again and both laughed at how fucked up the outside world was, after that it gets blurry but i do think i remember hearing the birds chirping as the sun came up the next morning... so in the words of James Marshall Hendrix, Owsley can you hear me?

8 comments:

nursemyra said...

oh God, I remember those drug fuelled acid days too. they were fantastic..

The Unbearable Banishment said...

I had a couple of very entertaining episodes, including a rafting trip along the Ohiopyle, and then one where I lost my place. I didn't know where I was for a little while. I didn't touch it again after that.

sybil law said...

I don't think I'll ever do it again, but yes - many, many lovely memories of tripping and having the best fucking time ever. Like you, when I think of the trips the flood of memories is so strong and come rushing back... One of my favorites is a guy friend told me to put a dime in a bottle cap (cause of course we were drinking beer, too) and swish it around. I did, and the next morning - well - hours and hours and hours later - I woke up with my pointer and thumb, still swishing that stupid dime around in the bottle cap. For whatever reason, it was so comforting. I don't remember the actual reason behind it, but it was funny.
Also, I looked at myself in the mirror once, and it was freaky, but it didn't make me nuts.
Well, I guess that last part is debatable.
Anyway, when Owsley died, I wore my steal your face shirt. Thanks, man.

Jayne said...

This is why I didn't do acid ('cept for that one blotter thing that someone dropped in my drink--seriously--at a dorm party, and I passed out cold)--just the thought of sitting in front of a tele watching a J.Lo movie --trippin' or not--frightens me.

Gulfboot Johnson said...

I was once tripping on mushrooms convinved I was driving the universe with a beer bottle cap for a steering wheel.

Gulfboot Johnson said...

Such a tiny steering wheel for such a huge universe.

Gulfboot Johnson said...

Jayne. Drop acid right now. Before it's too late.

Jayne said...

Gulfboot - I forgot about the mushrooms! I don't think those really count, though. (Do they?!) ;)