Marc McCloud's museum of acid blotters

Check out this guy's awesome collection of vintage acid sheets.....
 
http://www.blotterbarn.com/
 
Read more about it here:
 
http://www.vice.com/read/...llects-acid-as-artwork

I wonder if how many tabs could go missing before he'd notice? 

"Security!  Two guys wearing brown cords and tie-dye t-shirts are acting suspicious around the art!"

jbow

craigb
"Security!  Two guys wearing brown cords and tie-dye t-shirts are acting suspicious around the art!"

I'm only interested in the "iso blotters"... just sayin'.
If I knew then what I know now I would have put a few things aside. There was a time (long ago and far away) when I had 1,000 purple microdots.
 
J

Hopefully not at one time!!!  LOL!
 
(I never was too interested in acid, but I did get two pounds of shrooms once!)

I'm pretty sure those old blotters would be defunct by now (but I would certainly be game for giving it a try). 
 
Microdots eh? Remember trying split one of those in two? 
 
I'm surprised my mind still works as well as it does after taking that stuff. We did a couple of Jim Morrison strength trips in which nobody even recognized each other. I distinctly remember everyone turning into a monkey and the living room was a jungle complete with foliage and snakes and strange metallic chirping noises. Then we turned the TV on and it was the Beavis And Butthead Moronothon on MTV. It was on that night the phrase "I am the great cornholio" became forever burned in my brain. 

ampfixer
Oh man, I'm flashing back to the weekend I picked up Pink Floyd's "Animals" album. It was the entire soundtrack for 48 hrs. Happy days.
 
I need a nap.

Heck, I could do that one now! 

Purple Haze are in my brain.....
 

Those really wet looking glossy bathroom walls with brilliant white lighting were the best!

Well, all things considered I imagine it is best that the past remain the past. It certainly was fun though but nah... I've found that thinking about things you did when you were young is a WHOLE lot better than actually doing any of them.
 
I did take 16 of them one night, 4 every two hours. About 45 minutes after the last 4 I became extremely heavy, I couldn't move off the couch. Things were flying past my eyes top to bottom similar to what a slot machine does... then in about 15 minutes I was down, almost completely straight. It was weird, but it is supposed to be weird right?
Blue Cheer, two tabs. Someone said, they are weak , you need two.. so I dd. Then someone said, ACK.. he took TWO!! The last thing I remember is someone's dad pulling up in front of the house, the car was leaning forward and alive. I looked down at the coffee table and it pulled apart like a Milky Way bar. Then I was a comet and all I knew as '"I am". Another time a friend and I made a three hour drive to Atlanta. We copped two tabs of something from a girl on the strip. We walked into the Community Crisis Center" on Peachtree to make the deal. She tried to warn us a couple of times that they were 8-way hits... but they were small tabs. My friend was the paranoid sort and insisted that we down them on the spot. We just made it a few blocks back to the motel and into the room... the next thing I remember is waking up a little after 3:00 AM, laying on my bed looking at the TV. There was no digital back then. They were off the air and were showing analog clock faces, a clock, the temperature, barometer, etc. They were moving across the screen then back... except, when they got to the middle of the screen they would break in a defined but jagged line from top to bottom and fall of the TV screen...
 
I KNOW.. it sometimes sounds like, "Hey, I remember those fun times, just one more time". Then I think about what would happen if I did something like that today. No thank you! I have enough brain power left to know better. I can imagine one of my daughters calling, or grand daughters.. or for that matter anyone calling or worse stopping by. Nah... some things are better left in the past. I try to be a different person these days and I guess I am but I nag at myself. The things of youth are best left to the young.
I need a haircut.
 
J

Hi,
 
I never over did it ... I was aware by that time of the issues with people doing too much of it, and I did not have enough money to get/buy any more than one or two hits, that I had to use judiciously. In that sense I was a bit overly careful.
 
However, by that time, I had already read many things about drugs and other mystical books and I already knew that they were not necessary ... and then a few years later I remember don Juan in the Castaneda books ... "were the drugs necessary?" ... "Of course not you idiot, but we had to do something to shut you up long enough for you to learn a couple of things!" ...
 
And that was the end of those things for me! Even today, a doobie is not necessary!