It was during the Winter of our Junior year when we first heard that there was acid in town. We had tried about everything else and thought it would be cool to join with Timothy Leary, Abby Hoffman and the other notorious anti-establishment groups.
I must have been the middle of the week, because I knew that I had a curfew of 10:30 that night. Well, our "Window Pane " arrived at Van Dykes around 5:30 in the aftenoon, and we ingested it immediately. None of us had any experience with LSD, until that night. Bad idea to take it especially if you have to be around anyone "straight" within 12 hours after ingestion.
We sit around the shack and smoked a couple of joints. There were 8 LSD virgins that took the leap that night. We started getting a little antsy, so we decided to go out to a local steak house and eat. Four by four we packed into 2 bulgemobiles. After we placed our order, I noticed everyone was acting a little giddy, laughing at stupid shit and carrying on like a bunch of idiots. Bayless, the brute of the group, kept staring at this young couple. I remember a roar coming from us simultaneously when he yelled, "Bush!" I felt sorry for the young man with her, as he was clearly out numbered. Bayless just kept repeating the phrase as we continued to laugh.
We finished supper around 6:30 and decided to head to the local hangout, the bowling alley. We usually hung around the foosball area. We ran into Allen Wessler, a senior, and he told us that he had put the window pane in his eye so the acid would get to his brain faster. All I remember is that his left eye was almost swollen shut. Everything was beginning to get louder and brighter. Our senses were heightened to the point of being uncomfortable with the usual sounds and sights of a place we were familiar with. Four of us decided to leave and drive around. I remember crossing the railroad tracks when it hit me, "this is like an onion, it has multiple layers." Bill Blair, a tall, giraffe necked guy from Florida, responded in a thick southern drawl, "Wow man! You're exactly right."
We drove over to the whirlpool sign and parked. The neon sign would change from red to blue to orange, etc. It seemed like we were in downtown Vegas. We could have stayed there all night but were too paranoid that we would attract unwanted attention, i.e. the police. We ended up driving over to the west side of town to watch the sun go down. I tried, along with the others in the car, to convince Van Dyke that we were actually watching the sun rise. I told him we had better get home so we could get ready for school. He almost bought into it, but instead decided to hit the main drag to see if he could find the other carload of acid heads.
At the end of main street was a drive-in called The Arrowhead. We finally found the rest of our party parked there. I rolled down the passenger side window and said, "Hey guys, Van Dyke doesn't believe it's morning." Byers and Mendenhall both told Van Dyke that school was out and it was summertime.
Acid really has a way of distorting your perception of space and time. I looked down at my watch. "Holy shit, it's 10:30!" The witching hour. Curfew! Van Dyke drove me home. When I opened the door both of my parents were in the living room. I grabbed the paper and with the letters floating around, tried to act like I was reading. "What did you do tonight?" My mother asked. With my dilated eyes fixed firmly on the paper, I said, "We went riding around and out to the bowling alley." "Well your father and I are going to bed, good night!" Whew, that was a close one. I just looked down at the shag carpet as it waved at me like a wheatfield in the wind.
Finally, I was in a safe place, my room. I kept flinching as my door looked as if it were opening time after time. I finally laid down and stared at my ceiling. The textured paint would swirl around and start to drip on me only to bounce back into place. If I concentrated hard enough on the ceiling, it looked like an aquarium filled with fish. I tried to sleep that night, but failed. Every time I would close my eyes I would either hear stupid cartoon music and see my english teacher in a majorette uniform leading around a band of monkey's or see female genitalia and breasts. I thought it had unmasked the inner workings of my perverted mind.
First hour the following day, they switched me to a electric type writer. There were at least three of the guys from the night before in that class. The only one I remember saying anything was Byers. His words were simple, "You know, I think we may be brain damaged for life."
I haven't taken LSD for decades, but I remember people talking about "flashbacks". After over 30 years, I'm still waiting.