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4:10 a.m. / March 16, 2005 - - my first high fast forward half an hour from the last entry. two friends are here, we are in the basement, i have the salvia, they have something to smoke it out of. i take a hit- nothing. let it out too early. next guy does- same there. third guy does- same there. it took a long time, but eventually the first guy had a good hit. as soon as he exhaled he started laughing, and kept on laughing for two minutes. he later said that he was turning into a clown while spinning in the corner, and that his mouth was travelling through a vortex. and then i took a hit, sat for two minutes, and felt nothing. it was at that point that i lost my mind. i was leaning back on my elbows when they suddenly became glued to the floor. in front of me were the two of them, sitting on the couch. to my right, the floor was sinking into a gigantic canyon. i laughed. a lot. long and hard. my face is still hot, more than three hours later. i tried to look back at the canyon, but when i did, it was just the floor (that slowly melted into a canyon the longer i looked at it). and every time i looked in that direction, a fishhook pulled me to the left, and my right side of vision turned black. i laughed. everything was hilarious, and i have never been more happy. let me say here that up until this point, i was fighting the idea that this was all fake. i thought that i was playing a joke on my friends, that this wasn't real. through hallucinations, i still thought this. fellow number two, he wasn't experiencing anything. he never did. he ended up just smoking pot. fellow number one wanted more. he had more. he laughed. he would not stop laughing. i had a small hit. the colourful disco ball, the gears making it turn, they sounded like techno music. it was a night club. i was trying to tell the first guy about this, said, "listen!" to which he replied, "don't TELL me to listen right now". so i went over to his face with the plan of yelling, "HORSERADISH!" but i ended up just feeling an intense urge to meld with him and slamming my head into his arm. at this point fellow number two decided we needed to go to taco bell. we loaded into the car after many problems with the first guy. at taco bell, neither i nor number one could stop laughing. his legs pounded against the seat with fury. i was busy having fun playing with the adjustments on my seat. up, down, forward, back, lean, and angle. i ended up smashing myself over the dashboard as we pulled up to the window. we arrived home. the first guy, well. his name is alex. he stayed in the car, laughing. i went inside, ate, and came back out. he was laying still. i decided to sit up front and play with the seat thing some more. i found that by changing the direction, i could create different notes. i made a song. alex found this hilarious. the second one came out and said it was time to go. i allowed them to depart, and went inside, realizing: i left my salvia in his car. so, i quickly decided that i was good to drive (very wrong) and went in pursuit of him. it was surreal. the movement. it was snowing. his car's behind looked like a gigantic fox, the lights being the eyes and the license plate being the nose. i pulled into alex's house behind him. he was still passed out in the backseat, giggling. we sat in the car for about five minutes before number two said we had to go sit in my car. so we sat there for awhile and then i decided that we should go to the laundrymat. it was very sterile inside. alex sat down at one of the tables, calm, docile. i went over to the vending machine and slowly injected coins into it. here is a tip: nothing is more sobering than the clink of coins in a vending machine. everything went back to normal. i brought alex home. then left. and more fun came. driving alone was even more surreal. it felt like i was going incredible speeds, eighty, ninety miles an hour, but each time i looked i discovered that i was only going thirty. making it go forty-five made me want to die. it was far too fast. and now i'm home. a friend of mine knows of an abandoned house a few towns over. i may check it out someday soon.

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