Hi! Well, you probably think after reading this title: "this guy took a truckload of shroomies, got in an in-trip argument & went berserk..." Well: not quite...
Me & this guy were good friends for years, and I mean: GOOD friends!!! We did all our Trips together, mostly on shrooms & 29 in a row, and before that we were the backbone of "The Brotherhood o/t Broad Rollingpaper": we'd like come together EVERY evening from 19:30-22:00 or so & have a monster of a good time with good conversations & about 1/5 of a gramme of Ganja each.
Them years constituted one of my very best of friendships to this date.
So when the Majors came along, and him being flat broke most of the time, it was only natural I'd loan him the money he needed for his side of our experiments, amounting about to a total of $250.
Wouldn't anyone do this to help out a really great friend?
We did a lot of triptalkin', had tremendous insights & even got rid of some emotional garbage from the past. It was so great to embark with this good friend on a quest for the meaning of Life & the Universe, and mostly it was great fun too.
But then, one night, he had this HUGE mental explosion, which I can only identify as a sort of flashback cosidering how he described it. But he, being horny for Miracles, thought that GOD HIMSELF had slipped him a notice.
If he had called, I'd immediatly would've been there for him, even if I had to run naked aross town to get to him, for this was one of the vows we made to eachother: To REALLY BE THERE for eachother in times of need.
Well: he didn't...
Days later I got a Postcard depicting an angrylooking man screaming: I QUIT !!!
Well: went to him, ofcourse... We had this talk and he told me God has called him and that he'll never touch anything Psychotropic ever again. Fine by me...
"I'll take those 38 microdots of LSD you held in keeping with me then" I reasonably suggested since I'd paid for them and he had promised to return them if he had no use for them. So I inquired about the total sum of $ 250 I had loaned him, making his Psychedelic years possible.
"I won't pay for something I don't want in my life!" he exlaimed angryly.
Later I called him to check up on him & about those microdots. It became an argument. "Return my dots that you no longer need as you promised!" I argued, "Or I'll cease to be your friend 'cause this's really uncool!"
He thought about it. One, two seconds at most.
"Well: our friendship's over then." he calmly said; I hung up thunderstricken.
Two years later I slipped him a birthday card inquiring how his life was going. I found out he'd joined the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-Day Saints and became a Mormon.
We wrote back & forth for a time, two odd Americans came to my house to talk about their views on Jesus & to give me the Book of Mormon. I accepted & read most of it, being curious what he now believed & being religious (Wiccan) myself. After some writing we decided to meet @ myplace.
He wore these really neat clothes while he in his tripping years, well: didn't. I thought: hmm.. that's an improvement. Has he bettered himself?
We talked & talked...
I disovered my friend of old wasn't there anymore: he was like this talking Book of Mormon, everything completely conformistic & his very identity erased to the point of being practically identical to those two American oddballs he had sent to me.
No I don't have a bone to pick with Christianity. If you think you're better off by swapping LSD for LDS then by all means: Go Ahead !!!
But then I brought the subject of those microdots up. His reply: "I don't have 'em any more. I gave them away but now I regret that since Psychedelics and all they evoke in you is nothing short of Pure Evil & the Devil's Work." Then came this lecture that even now makes me sick to my stomach. Everytime one of us said words like "Jesus, Heaven, God, Mormon" he'd get this fleeting expression on his face that looked he was getting some head right then & there.
My friend wasn't there: What was left of him was only what LDS allowed.
Then I said: "Taking those dots & my money kinda strikes me as theft, howbout that one?" He should have seen it coming. If he'd had any sense he would've noticed the Cheyenne Mountain of my indignation had all closed up & I've shot to DEFCON 2 all at once. If he weren't so stoned on LDS he'd surely notice all my bases were on full alert, I had flushed anything Stealth, Air Force One was up in the stratosphere and that all my silos were open & everything Nuclear was armed and set on highest yield selection. He really should've noticed all my submarines were closing in on him. My face being as red as a Habanero pepper & equally hot should've given that one away...
But he didn't notice, or maybe even didn't care.
He said: "The Lord Jesus Christ is my Savior, and I'm a Mormon priest now. If I had ever done anything wrong: My Lord has washed away all of my sins & I'm clean as a fish in the eyes of the Lord. You can't blame me for anything as I stand clean before God."
Right then & there this laid-back Hippie type I am just yearned for his blood to be all over me. I wanted to gauge his eyes out & eat for a snack. I was ready to tear his throat out with my bare teeth and use him for a trampoline.
But I didn't.
Instead I caustically replied: "Well I've got news for you then: Jesus is not some slut you can abuse whenever an excuse is needed....."
Well: he got pretty angry in a very Christian sort of way!
"You're bound for Hell with that tripping of yours and you'll burn for all eternity for being a homo !!!"
Nice to know sensitive things said during the perils of a difficult trip can be hurled at you like a handgranade when one's cross with you.
Needless to say he was out the door without even touching the ground.
A few days later I got a letter. It didn't hold any personal content, it was simply 4 sheets of quotes throwing everything hateful the Bible & the book of Moron could be interpreted to be saying about homosexuality.
I actually felt relieved! Our coming apart had been a gaping wound in my soul, and now he had managed to sear it shut.
I'll never miss him again.
Well: that's the story! Did you have friendships with Trip people gone sour on you? A remark perhaps or any comment? PLEASE POST IT !!!
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