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This was back in 2000, had just gone through a divorce. Had gotten a new pad with a friend and started hanging out with his stoner buddies. (Most of them are still close friends to this day.)
I took something like five hits of acid. I'd tried it only once before and it didn't too much for me, so I upper the dosage.
I still didn't get visuals, but it was an interesting trip.
A friend of mine was on the couch flipping through cable and settled on a claymation Don Quixote, which was just perfect for a melting reality. Thumbprints in the clay, rough work.
And I did something really goddamned stupid. I took out my new fancy chisels to practice on a block of wood.
Thankfully I didnt cut myself. I was being careful and just trying to gouge out a volcano on the end of a block of pine, twisting my arm to turn the block.
I went through some deep internal stuff about how I treated myself and women, why I'd been alone for so long.
In the weeks to follow I asked out four women I had crushes on and was shot down each time, but the point was I held onto this shit rather than ever expressed any interest. It was really useful.
So I'm coming off the trip and I'm sitting at my computer, and my hand just slides off the keyboard.
Repeatedly.
I'd held my arm in that extreme twisted position so long whilst contemplating my love life, set to claymation Don Quixote, that I almost gave myself fucking nerve damage.