This is a story about two of my good friends who dosed, I however chose not to this time for multiple reasons.
My friend S over winter break got hooked up with a vial of some "good 'cid". I was pretty excited to hear this as now finding acid wouldn't be a problem, compared to it being nearly impossible.
So the first Friday of the week we get back to school, we and our other buddy M decided to trip. When the day rolled around, I decided that after thinking about it all week, I didn't really want to. So they along with 2 other friends took 2 lysergified sweet tarts.
Everything was going cool, as I was somewhat the sitter and was actually quite fucking high. Hours passed by of just watching movies and talking. All of a sudden, M decides he wants to take a couple more hits. He kinda thinks he's a bad ass when it comes to drugs, or thought, so I think he let his head kinda get in the way.
After an hour or so of upping his dosage, every one in the room was tripping hard, and I was kinda wishing at this point I would have. We were watching stand up on comedy central, and they were talking about how every comedian was being too predictable. I thought this was funny and that's when I noticed M hasn't said anything in some time. I ask if he's alright and he nods.
It wasn't 10 minutes later when that fool ran out the door without saying a word. I of course went after him but he just told me he wanted to go home. This is where I made the mistake. I let him walk the safe distance back to his dorm building.
I kinda felt lame for letting somebody tripping balls just walk home. But I trusted him. He was a bad ass. I came back inside and noticed it was midnight. We finished watching stand up and that's when I decide my days done and my next destination is my bed. I came back home to my dorm on the first floor of a 3-story building.
I'm kickin it in bed listenin to my iPod, and my roommates are out in the living room playing xbox. At 2:15 I hear a loud persistant knock at the door. I walk quickly to answer the door with already sensing something is wrong. It's a girl freaking out and crying.
"You guys HAVE TO help us! There's a guy upstairs freaking out."
We all know who it is, and run up to the third floor.
As we're running there, she's crying, "He PUNCHED C ( a girl ) in the face!"
We reach the 3rd floor and run to C's room. She's laying on the ground unconscious with her boyfriend hovering her, trying to get her to come to. She finally does thankfully and we tell her to remain calm but to not fall back to sleep, and that an ambulance is coming.
Half the group stays with C and the rest of us continue down the hall to M's room. Fearing the worst, we are let in by his roommate and go to his room where he lay on the ground flat, just staring off at the ceiling. We immediately noticed his face was covered in blood, and that there were a few huge holes in the wall, and on the floor a bloody rock.
"He was cutting and scraping his face." Jesus Christ.
We start trying to get him to respond to us. But he coulndn't in any way. After about 5 minutes he put his hands behind his head and just continued staring off.
I branch off from the group noticing how we aren't getting anywhere and call S to let him know what happened, but he didn't answer his phone. I didn't have the 2 other people's numbers unfortunately.
The Police show up trying to get a word outta him but fail. They take him away and I knew that's the last I was gonna see of him. I felt soo shitty. What a lame way to go out, and to be remembered for. C is also on her way to the hospital, and I decide to go fucking crash.
The next morning I heard the police found out about S and crashed his place immediately after taking care of M. Mind you, he was tripping...and he knew what they were searching for. How nerve-racking would that be? They eventually found it and took his ass to jail.
M and S both got expelled from school. Both received hardly any punishment, and if things go the way they're going, S only served 3 days in jail and that's that. Both are working shitty blue collar jobs back at their home towns now.
Moral of the story..know your limits. If you use psychedelics, please do so with care when you slip up once, your WHOLE life can be fucked like these once college bound people. This stuff does happen and now I won't see them anymore.
-------------------- “If you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out” - Timothy Leary "The being of understanding is to not understand" - T.C.
Edited by krosmo67 (02/14/08 01:21 PM)
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Dude thats fucked up. Its true that you should have gone with him, but the guy didint know his limits. Now he's living with that.
Thats so shitty.
-------------------- My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse. I often drank there, but I was never accepted because I wore a tie. The real people wanted no part of me. - The Rum Diary
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