What does 'Acid' mean?
Find out what Acid means. Acid is explained by Ron Alexander - author of Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
AcidI purchased a couple of sheets of micro-dot acid and drove over to Hampshire College, where I had recently met Miriam, an exotic-looking Latino woman from Spanish Harlem in New York.
When I knocked, she came to the door, surprised to see me. She was wearing a sheer, lavender negligee. Her long black hair, draped over her shoulders, shined like polished onyx. I stepped into her room, sat on the bed, paused and gazed at the curvy silhouette pressing against the negligee. I pulled out the sheets of acid.
“What is this stuff?”
“What do we do with it?”
We cut out the dots into separate squares and sucked on them. We looked at each other for a few minutes. Within seconds, it seemed, I was s lightheaded. My body felt weightless. Everything in the room began to float around me. Miriam, glowing like an apparition, was laughing loudly. Her nipples grew larger, her face contorted as she grabbed hold of me, pulling me to her, tightly hugging me, then squeezing me between her arms. We began to make love. I felt as though I was splashing in warm water. Miriam’s murmurs rang and echoed in my ears. Then she abruptly began to struggle against me, frantically pushing me up from her, now screaming obscenities as if she was afraid of me. Her violent reaction stunned me. My mind cleared for a moment. I tried to calm her down, to reassure her as she started to sob. I told her that “everything is okay,” although I wasn't sure of that myself. She loosened her grip, seeming to recognize me.
“Whew!” I said breathlessly. “You had me scared for a moment. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I think so,” she answered.
“I’m going to take a walk,” I said to her, hoping that the fresh air would clear my mind altogether.
“Will you be okay for a few minutes?"
”She nodded yes.
Loud voices swelled in my head, making it feel as though someone was screaming directly into ears. I held my head between my hands. I applied pressure, trying to squeeze the voices out my head. When that didn't work, I rotated different thoughts around in my mind, examined each one closely, until I was able to lock onto the thought that might pull me out of the maze I am trapped in.
I walked towards the door. My legs were about to buckle, but I managed to get out the door, where I stood at the top of the steps. I saw currents of air swirling around me. I imagined that I could jump off and that the air currents would catch me. I was about to jump over the railing when I heard voices below me. The voices reverberated in my ears, as if people were standing and talking inside of my head. I reached for the guard rail, slowing walking down the steps until I was sure that I was on the bottom floor. I didn't see any people talking. I stomped each foot onto the floor in order to assure my bearings. I wanted to be sure that I was really standing on solid ground. I took long, awkward steps to reach the front door leading outside of the building. My feet felt soft and spongy like marshmallows.
I deeply inhaled several times and my mind gradually begun to clear. Finally, I was able to feel my feet under me. I took a few steps to ease the stiffness in my legs. Ahead of me, I saw
someone walking towards me. I squinted my eyes to bring the person into focus. I was able make out that the person walking towards me was wearing denim overalls.
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Chapter 6: Expatriate - 1970-1975
"...Acidrchased a couple of sheets of micro-dot Acid and drove over to Hampshire College, where I had recently met Miriam, an exotic-looking Latino woman from Spanish Harlem in New York. When I ..."48.
"... the bed, paused and gazed at the curvy silhouette pressing against the negligee. I pulled out the sheets of acid. “What is this stuff?” “Acid.” “What do we do with it?” We cut out the dots into separate squares and sucked on them. We looked at each other for a few ..."68.
"... person wearing the overalls was a young woman. As she walked closer to me, I just about panicked. I was still high from the Acid. I wasn’t sure how I looked or if my words would come out twisted. She spoke first. “Oh, hello.” “Hi,” I said before I realized that the ..."81.
"... I was about to leave, then remembered that I still had a sheet of Acid in my shirt pocket. I thought of Miriam’s trip on Acid, and my near disaster of imagining that I could fly. I’ll stick to smoking weed and snorting cocaine, I told myself. ..."
"...Acideft Hampshire College and went home to Kathy’s apartment. She was out attending classes. I sat in the recliner, savoring the comfort of the soft leather, leaning back, propping up my feet, quietly meditating for a few minutes while still coming down from the Acid. This was my home for ..."