Dan Cummins - An Acid Trip to Vegas - Uncensored

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Dan Cummins ofrecalls the time when he did a bunch of LSD in Las Vegas and completely lost touch with reality. (14:55)

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- And what I had really wanted to do for a long time

was a lot of drugs.

I had been high before,but I had never been

"don't squish tiny horses"high.

And I definitely wanteda piece of that action.

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- Welcometo "This Is Not Happening."

I'm your host Ari Shaffir,

and tonight the topic is"psychedelia."

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Please help me welcomethis first comic,

absolutely hilarious.

I've been watching himfor years.

Please give it up for

Mr. Dan Cummins, everybody.

Let him hear it! Dan Cummins!

- It was 2011 and, uh,

two grown menare lying face up.

It's Super Bowl weekend,Saturday night.

Two grown men are lying face up,fully clothed,

on twin bedsat the MGM Grand hotel,

and they're focusingreally hard on their breathing,

and they're listening to Enya,

'cause that's the only thing...[laughs]

they've been ableto figure out that keeps them

from completely justfreaking the fuck out.

One of these guysis comedy booking agent Stu.

Doesn't want his last namedto be revealed for this story.

But it sounds a lot like[bleep].

[laughter]

It sounds exactly like that.

[laughter]

Right now Stu is really worriedthat the other guy in the room

has a knife and wantsto stab him with it,

and the other guy in the roomdoesn't have a knife.

He also doesn't careabout telling Stu

that he doesn't have a knife,

'cause he doesn't thinkStu is a real person.

[laughter]

He's currently convincedthat Stu

is a psychological construct

that's been plantedinto his subconscious

by some kind of evil scientist

that's been studying himin a coma,

trying to get secrets,

and he doesn't wantto reveal those secrets.

Uh, that man is me.

And, uh, this is aboutthe night my agent and I

tried to recreate "Fearand Loathing in Las Vegas."

[laughter, whooping]

Yeah.Yeah.

I've thought a lotin the years since

about why at 33I decided to head to Vegas

with a bag of drugs,including nine hits of acid--

like, I had never partiedquite that hard before or since.

And a lot of it was the movie,

"Fear and Loathingin Las Vegas."

Like, I saw that movie, finally.

I was really fascinated that

Hunter S. Thompsonand his lawyer

just went to Vegasfor work, like,

technicallythey're there for work,

and they just blew offall responsibilities in life

to burn through a literalbriefcase full of drugs.

And I found thatstrangely, uh, inspiring.

Like, I've always beenso worried about consequences,

and I thought,"How fun would that be?"

Just for, like, one night,at least.

Just to do whateverI wanted to do,

no matter how terribleof a choice it was.

And what I had really wantedto do for a long time

was a lot of drugs.

I wanted to know how it feltto have that mind just, like,

brutally altered to the levelthat their minds were.

And so, uh, I think it--

and especially acid.

I feel like acid was a big partof that movie for me too,

'cause I'd been fascinatedwith acid.

It was on my bucket list eversince a buddy of mine in college

told me this storythat I'll never forget

about how he dropped acid.

He went to this party,

and he got stuck in the bathroomfor a couple of hours,

where he was perched upon the the toilet,

and he was afraid to get down,

'cause he had noticedthat a lot of tiny horses

had sprung up from the tiles.

And he thoughtthey were beautiful,

and he didn't want to riskhurting one of these...

like, you know,really gorgeous creatures.

And I had been high before,but I had never been

"don't squish tiny horses"high.

And I definitely wanteda piece of that action.

So it's--you know,it's 2:00 in the afternoon.

We get to the MGM.

We check in,and we pop some codeine,

smoke a little weed,have a few drinks,

just to put our brainsin a peaceful state

to ensure that wehave a nice, soothing trip.

And we each take a hit of acid,

and then we goto the Circus Circus,

where Hunter S. Thompsonhallucinated,

to go play some poker.

And we get there and the acidstill hadn't kicked in,

and we got really nervous.

We were like, "Aw, man,I think we got a bad batch."

And we decided to takea second hit of acid.

[audience groans]

Yeah, exactly.

Not bad.Not a bad batch.

I sat down at the poker table,

started havingsome very new thoughts.

Like, I remember thinking thatthe guy sitting across from me

had the most chips.

Like, he was doingthe best at poker

specifically 'causehis face had too many angles.

Like, I didn't know how manyangles a face should have.

I was like, "This fuckerhas more than that."

And I felt like it gave hima strategic poker advantage.

And I also had a thoughtthat Stu

has no chance ofwinning at poker,

'cause he hasa teeny, tiny head.

I'd never noticed how truly tinyit was until that moment.

Like, not "Beetlejuice"head shrinker dust tiny,

but pretty goddamn close.

And I'm like, "He can't win."

You can't winwith a tiny head at poker.

That's just--I know that now.

And I'm havinga lot of fun thoughts.

I'm laughingat these fun thoughts.

Stu's laughingat this fun thoughts,

and then we decideto take our great time

and ruin it by making

easily what was ourworst decision of the night.

We decided to go backto the hotel

and take the rest of the acid.

Taking the rest of the acidis just a bad premise.

Right, like, it implies you'vealready taken an amount of acid

you thought would be enough

when you didn't alreadyhave a head full of acid.

And now you're takingmore than that,

'cause you're quiteliterally insane.

So we take 2 1/2 more hits each.There's a half in there.

We were so greedywith our drugs,

we couldn't let one guy haveone more hit than the other guy.

We actually tore a little tinytab in half, and we had 2 1/2--

and then we decidedwe need to reconfirm

picking up some cokeand ecstasy in a little bit,

and before we go getthe rest of the drugs,

we need to go get some pizzaacross the street.

[laughter]

We're really planningthis out as best we can.

And it should have takenus about 15 minutes

to make it across the streetto get some pizza.

We estimated later it took usroughly an hour and a half.

'Cause by the timewe hit the lobby,

the acid was kicking in so hard

our brainswere just disintegrating.

Stu's new reality became,once we got to the lobby,

that there wasa security team tracking us

trying to catch usdoing the drugs

complete with dogs.

He thinks dogs are following us.

Like--like that'sever gonna happen in Vegas.

Like they're just gonna let,you know,

drug-sniffing dogsloose on the strip.

They would bark at almostevery fucking person

they came across.

And--but he thinksour best course of action

is to hide in the MGMparking lot behind some cars

so the dogs don't find us,and so we do that.

We go out,and we're hiding behind a car.

It's not even dark out.

We're two men in our 30sjust hiding behind random cars.

And then we would--he would get nervous

that the dogs were closing in,

and then he would decidewe got to, like, head down,

scurry to the next car

to not looks suspicious.

That looks so suspicious.

And I'm following himknowing it's a bad idea,

but I have to stay close to him,

'cause I have a new realityas well.

My new reality is that

everything that's now really,really close to me

that I look atstarts to drift back and away

and up into the air,including Stu.

And I actually am thinkingthat if I don't stay

within grabbing distanceof my friend,

he could drift into space.

And I can't handlethat right now.

I just cannot risk that,and so he's--

We're just scurrying,and I'm chasing.

And finally we make itto the pizza place

where I decide to order ustwo pepperoni pizzas,

which--I don't even reallylike pepperoni pizza,

but another realthought I'm having

is that I'm convincedthat some things

that I've always thoughtwere real are real,

and some things that I've alwaysthought were real are not real.

I love Canadian bacon pizza,but you know what?

It's fucking fake pizza,you guys.

It's never real.It's never existed.

And you can't eat thingsthat don't exist.

[laughter]

So pepperoni pizza,it's super-duper real.

It's the most real pizza.

And by God,that's what we're gonna eat.

And...[laughs]

and all this makes perfectly--sense to me at the time.

It makes really good sense.

And they have this, like,you know like

the individual little boxes inthe little trays on the shelf?

And I go to just grab ustwo pizzas from the counter,

and, like, millimetersbefore grabbing it,

my fingers crumpleand my wrist bends

like I hit something,and it really hurts.

And I'm just like, "What thefuck is that--happened?"

And I just look at Stu, and he'soff worried about security.

He's in a bad place.

And I just keep tryingto grab it,

and it just keepscrumpling over and over.

And I'm like, "I cannot forthe life of me get this pizza."

I went back the next dayto see what the hell--

there was a plexiglassbarrier...

[laughter]

Between product and customer

that I'm unableto visually process.

I remember at one pointactually digging

at the fucking force field

like an insane badgerjust desperate for pepperoni.

And they take pity on me.They give us the pizzas.

I wish they would have given ussecurity camera footage

of that interaction.

I would--that'd be priceless.

But we were somehow ableto eat these pizzas.

And then we hop on a taxi to gofind the rest of the drugs.

And I have a piece of paper

I'd put downin my pocket earlier

with the address written down,

'cause I knew I'd bein a bad place.

And I read whatI think are the words

on the paper to the driver.

I'm reading himwhat I think is an address.

He hears, what I'm guessing,is just drug-fueled gibberish,

and he wants more information.

Essentially,he wants an actual address.

And he wants--or references,what part of town is it?

You know,nearest intersection.

I can't answer any ques--I'm only mentally capable

of re-readingwhat I think it says

louder and more aggressively.

I don't know what I was yelling,just some--

I'm sure it was some justgibberish-y address-y kind of--

"7-6 Street Durango 7-6!

"Place! Street!

[yelling]"7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7!"

[laughter]

I'm freaking out, uh...

Like a lot of people,

the driver doesn't likebeing screamed at by a maniac.

He becomes very upset,

and now he's screaming at me,

and this freaks Stu out.

Stu's really freaking out.

Now, I found out later thatat this point in the evening,

Stu becomes convincedthat this driver

is part of the security team,

and he's driving usstraight to prison.

Like, not even a--not processing,

not police station,not jail, just prison.

We're going to some kind ofdrug prison.

And at the next intersectionat the red light,

he just leaves.

He just opens the door mid-fare

and just starts runningaway from the taxi,

which I didn't know wasan option you could do in taxis.

I grab an unknown amount of cash

and just throw it at the driver

and chase him,

and we just run for a long time.

I don't know.We couldn't track time.

I do know--I remember, like,being in alleys.

I remember a lot of scurryingand hiding.

Finally we're able to actually

see the MGM towerin the distance,

and we were, like,we navigated like savages.

We just, like,would see it visually

and we're movingsomewhat towards it

like two monstersfollowing the moon.

And we finally do makeit back to the room,

where I decidewe got to lay down,

we got to focuson our breathing,

and we gotto calm the fuck down,

'cause shit'sgetting real weird.

On the way back, Stu startedtalking a lot about a knife,

and he was real worriedabout getting stabbed.

He's asking me over and overabout the knife.

I don't even care aboutanswering him,

'cause he's the Canadian baconof people to me right now.

I don't--like,you're not even a real thing.

You're justso annoying right now.

You're a fake, annoying thing.

And I just think that, like,if we could just lay down,

focus on our breathing,

and maybe listento some music or something,

'cause things are--it's getting so dark.

You know, like, I--every time I look around,

I'm convincedthere's a wall of blood

behind me in the background.

I need some kind of music,but unfortunately,

I listen to a lotof hard rock and metal,

and Rage Against the Machine,Queens of the Stone Age--

not what I fuckingneed right now.

Not gonna put mein a better place.

And luckily I think back

to an album I used to fallasleep to in high school,

and I'm able to type fourletters into the keyboard,

which is really hard'cause my keyboard's melting.

I can't look at itfor more than a few seconds

without it starting to melt,

but I'm able to get inE-N-Y-A.

[sighs]Oh, sweet Enya.

I have never loved hermore than that evening.

If you don't know who Enya is--you've heard her.

She's that sweet, like,New Agey spa music,

like wizard music.

Like, if elves were real,

Enya would be number oneon the elf charts

week in and week out.

Right?

Like, to meshe's not even a real human.

She was never born.

She just, you know,just sprang up

from some mystic Irish pondfully-formed--

[vocalizes]

I'm like, "Please, Enya,

"turn these blood wallsinto waterfalls.

I need you now more than ever!"

[laughter]

And we laid down and listenedto her soothing rhythms,

and it worked.

We rode Enya through the peak,

and things got a little bitworse for a while,

but then they got a lot better.

Stu stopped talkingabout the knife.

I started thinking he was real.

And we were able to stand up,

and I looked outat the skyline, the strip,

and it wasthe most beautiful skyline

I've ever seen in my life.

It was, like,pulsating and trailing

and just truly beautiful.

And I remember thinking,like, I knew

that I shouldn't have doneany of the things

I'd done so far that night.

I knew thatI definitely shouldn't,

after all of that,still go find coke and ecstasy,

but I was going to.

I mean, I--you know,it's bad choices.

You know, it's like,I got responsibilities,

got a mortgage,I got two kids.

Not with me that weekend.

Let's not get too fuckingjudge-y right now.

They were safe away from me.

But, you know,I don't regret it, you know?

It's, like, I finallyjust did a night

just truly for me.

I got my own story.

You know,I didn't see tiny horses,

but I now definitelyknow how it feels

to have your mindterribly altered.

And if this storythat I've just told

actually inspires youto go on your own drug binge,

I got to say, uh...

No.Don't fucking do it.

It was terr--I was inthe Devil's brain

for a good six hours.

Like, it was terrifying!It was truly terr--

I feel like I was one hit away

from still wanderingthe strip today,

just like,"7-6! 7, 7, 7, 7!

"You can't eat pizzathat's not real!

Ha ha ha ha ha!Okay!"

So close to beingthat guy forever,

but if you're gonna do it--and I can't stop you--

bring your own snacks.

You don't wantto deal with force fields.

Bring a little bit of Enya,

and never takethe rest of the acid.

Two is more than enough.

Thank you, guys.Be safe out there.

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