So my best friend's brothers girlfriend's best friend came back into town this week. It sounds like a ridiculously long chain of people to know this chick through, but this girl (we'll call her L) is constantly with my best friend's brother and since we (my friend and I) smoke and trip with his brother (and friends such as L) frequently, its not really that bad. Anyway, she is back in town from Medecino sp? California and she was telling us all about the drug hookups she gets. Now L totally knows her shit and is talking about how they lay their acid up their and showed me a bag of 4000 rolls (pink star design, if anyone cares). Basically, the combination of the fact that I know her and my best friend knows her very well + her general knowledge + her ability to show off a mass quanity of droogz makes her seem legit. Anyway, she starts telling me that she is getting a ten pack (10 sheets of LSD) mailed in from Cali soon. I start talking and she is telling me that she has actually been a party to laying some of the same shit and that they are making them at 150+ mics per hit (factoring in impurities and loss due to whats left in the wash). I tell her I'm very interested in buying a large amount.
Fast forward to last week (the above conversation was from about two weeks ago). L gets the L (haha) on Thursday. I'm very busy on Thursday. I'm also busy on Friday from morning until about 2:30 and then from 3:30 to 6:00. I tell her that we can meet at about 2:45 at my place. We meet, I don't have time to test the hits, but since I trust L more than your average drug dealer and since she seems very legit (and shows me then entire 10 pack), I buy a sheet.
Get back to my place around 5:45. My chosen tripping partner is over at 6:00. We dose at 6:30. At 6:50 I start to feel those familar tingles of acid up my spine. The TV goes off, some good music goes on, and with this fast of an onset, I strap in for a crazy ride. 7:30 rolls around, still feeling those tingles, starting to see some strange stuff, nothing I can place my finger on, but I'm starting to get a little annoyed (if you feel it after 20 min, you should be tripping by an hour). 8:00 rolls around and the tingles are gone. I realise that this is total placebo effect, I trusted this bitch and thought the doses were bomb, so I let placebo convince me for an hour and a half.
Just to be sure, I throw a ten strip in my mouth. Nothing.
Text the bitch: All this cid is bunk, we need to talk. (Especially since my best friend also bought a sheet and another friend bought a half; thats $1000)
Call her yesterday twice and twice today, no answer. L has texted me back within 5 minutes everytime I have texted her before this and has rarely not picked up a call and if she didn't I was called back within an hour. Clearly she is dodging me.
I'm hoping the fact that her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend (who is also a good friend of hers) will be extremely pissed at her, might get me my money back, but at this point I'm probably going to have to resort to fucking up her house or just taking it laying down (which I definately won't fucking do).
Drug dealers fucking suck. At least I learned my lesson though, no buying more than a strip without testing the doses.
-------------------- "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake
"Psychedelics helped me to escape.. albeit momentarily.. from the prison of my mind. It over-rode the habit patterns of thought and I was able to taste innocence again. Looking at sensations freshly without the conceptual overlay was very profound." - Ram Das
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