The incident at chincoteauge island

So we had an incident about a month back on that island - weird things were starting to happen
We were fucking around with a camera and lsd - if reality was physically changing it would show up on the camera right? In addition to this,
with all the wierd shit that was going on - firemen kicking in my door, raft seekers, etc. a camera could be a good way to confirm this weird
shit is actually happening and not just a hallucination. So - things started to kick up and get weirder. Its getting to the point where its almost
impossible to even hold onto the camera the thing is fucking expanding and melting out of my hand. Suddenly its not there, then it reappears. We were starting to
get some crazy thoughts (by the way, who the fuck is we?) - this camera thing is reality hack, before this historical events could only be depicted in paintings but there was no way to realistically capture what you are trying to paint 100% like photo/video does. I realized we share a lot in common with this thing - light and audio is caputred and stored as memory, however the camera has no seretonergic nervous system - so of course you would not see reality changing when you go back and watch the footage. And then it dawned on me that in trying to film the peak of this thing, we had introduced
an independent observer and as such, we collapsed the acid wave function. Now at this point, we were getting a little worried, almost as if we were doing something we should not be doing...whatever this stuff is, I don't think it likes being filmed. It started to act different. Have you ever noticed that? Stick a cameara in front of someones face and they start to act all weird,
I started recording these video logs throughout the vacation but as soon as I turned it on I didn't really know what to say. My dog does the same thing, point a camera at him and he starts acting weird. By now we are just sitting in this bug-infested run-down hotel, its like 80 fucking degrees and I'm just sitting their staring at the camera, getting close to the peak and I know it. This is the point where that fucking maintenance guy damn near burst in on me (I told him come back later, he keeps pushing this will only take 5 minutes, i'll be in and out - I think they suspected of me doing some weird ass shit. Laughing my ass off at easy rider last night because thats how they were looking at me down there - I do not fit in below the Mason Dixon line, stuck out like a sore thumb and I have no desire to go past it again. So in my impaired state I agree to let him in, he walks into that bathroom and sees an absolute acid nightmare - fucking I dragged all the pillows and blankets off the bed into the bathroom. I've got weird lights, cameras set up, weird vhs playing, and to top it off - a trash bag wrapped with a straw and rubber band to blow smoke in from the thc oil vape pens (I had forgotten all of this was in here). At this point he looks at me and he didnt actually say it but what I heard was
"you're in here trying to film acid arent you? you shouldn't be fucking do that". This guy opens up the top of the toilet while I am staring at him outside of the bathroom with my usual crazy eyes and this fuckers face is right next
to that bag of smoke and I'm thinking this is it. Hes gonna smell this shit, I am going to get kicked out of this hotel while tripping, I may even get arrested. I start thinking "huh, I wonder what the Marijuana laws are like down in the south" ....probably not good
So as this is happening, I am struck by fear. I try to grab my camera and get some footage of this guy in the bathroom to confirm later its actually happening and I find myself phsyically stuck. It was as if something was preventing me from picking up that camera
and fiming this shit, I just COULD NOT DO IT. As this going on im hearing all these shutter sounds too.

He tells me the flapper is broke and he needs to replace it, as he goes to get the replacement I of course scoop all this shit out of the bathroom and that fucking bag is leaking smoke out of it as I try to hide it. After he fixes this thing I go outside for a smoke and as I am walking through this hotel, what did I see? THE FUCKING REPTILE ZOO FROM FEAR AND LOATHING all these god damn maids looked like fucking lizards.I'm starting to think my obsession with this god damn movie has gone too far - think about it - were in a hotel, on acid, stocked with several different audio/visual recording devices having a genuine freakout as we track down the American Dream. Is fear and loathing merely the result of trying to depict this stuff in video? If you tried to make a movie about acid, all you would get is fear and loathing, thats why there are no other movies specifically about this - there's nothing left to be said.

Now here is the kicker and why I felt compelled to type this up and tell someone. I noticed recently that for the first time my camera had several dead pixels, and wasn't sure when it even started. I organized the footage by date, narrowed down what was the first clip before and after the acid, and my heart sunk when I realized the dead pixels only start after taking this acid and trying to film it.

This shit got so out of control that it blew out the recording equipment...

Anyway I thought this was a funny story, I probably just dropped it or some shit while tripping hence the dead pixels. I mean, you set up a 24/7 camera in your room, and take acid, and of course it would capture the event...right? Its been done before surley.
However, I have not yet managed to do that for whatever reason - the footage gets lost, you get physically stopped, and your equipment gets all discombobulated. One of the main take aways -
On acid, they burst right in to work on the plumbing for five minutes. On DMT, these fuckers will perform a full god damn rectal examination on you. Do you really want that Jerry? I had a good laugh
when I recalled Mckenna saying "they don't knock, its just COME ON IN!"