My second time taking LSD was on Tuesday, April 13, 1993. It was the first time I really felt the effects.
I was on acid, couldn't you tell?
A senior in high school, I was out in the hall, around 10:20 in the morning, taking a break from astronomy. A sophomore, Josh, asked me if he should drop the acid he had, a green shield blotter. I suggested he cut it in two, and I ate half with him.
Uneventful until after one o'clock when I arrived late as usual to my World Literature class, where my teacher Andrew Kaplan was playing the guitar and singing Bob Dylan. I watched everyone and tried to stay calm.
There was a fire drill, we all filed out of the room very shortly after Kaplan had finished his serenade.
The entire high school was lined up along the fence waiting to get back into school. I saw tripping Josh, he'd taken some more. He gave me another half tab, which I popped immediately.
After class I went to gym where I played my first game of basketball in four years. I scored two or three baskets and badly jammed my finger. It swelled up purple around my ring.
I left school for home, as I was taking a shower (around 4:00) the effects came on strong. Sight was enhanced, lights were flashing, and the shower felt strange.
I changed into my fancy suit and went to visit Ted, my Rabbi. We were walking on Michigan Avenue to buy a gift for my mother, today was her 54th. I told him about the drug, he told me about talking to people who were high. I managed to act pretty normal, except for ducking hard under a tree branch that was about six inches above my head.
Our appointment over, I went back to school for an Education Council meeting. We were discussing the addition of a student to the committee to elect the next principal. As student government president, I had nominated myself to serve on the council.
I was talking to Dick Press (his real name), the chairman, about the politics of student involvement while the lights around the periphery of my vision were flashing. I had a very hard time focusing my thoughts and speaking, my conversation was disjointed, as I had to take frequent pauses to gather my thoughts.
In the meeting, I sat watching my hands drain out and fill with blood. My finger swelling up scared me. I went on a mission across the room to ask a science teacher what to do, got some ice, and kept my finger cold.
I had to keep from giggling as the flourescents above were fading and flashing.
It was hard for me to speak, especially when I had the attention of the group. Lindy Keiser was finishing up a comment about Lynn Mills's vetoing the Council's recommendation when I interjected and said that Lynn had vetoed it because of "the violence of it." Dick Press and the others stared at me. I repeated the phrase, and I realized I hadn't finished my thought. I slowly stated that Lynn had vetoed our participation because she felt so strongly about not having students on the Search Committee that she took matters into her own hands and removed them. I was happy with the end result, but I was really shaken up.
I was sitting with Jeeks. He wrote "I feel like I'm in Kafka." I wrote "I feel like I'm on LSD." He didn't get it.
Mom said the next day I made her happy because I had been so pleasant to be with.