Well after a couple hits of acid, lots of booze,some ecstasy and lots of coke, all scattered through out around 1 day. Apparently I blacked out, and we were all making fun of this one guy who puked and shit and all having a good time joking around 'n shit.
Well I had a lot of coke on me and we started doing bigger and bigger rails. Well when i get drunk the common joke is to tell me that this huge rail is mine. I normally am wise enough to avoid it. But I guess this time was drunk enough and I actually did it.
I'd taken the acid earlier, but i was too drunk and took more then planned,but forgot cause I was so hammered.So I think i went into a bit of psychosis plus being really fucked up on acid.I kept partying and everything was going well, until I started talking about some really fucked shit.I remember I was seeing spaceships and shit and having his overload of thoughts, and then coming out of it finding myself rolling around on the ground. I'm told I started telling everyone about some proffesy(sp) and they tried to listen and understand but couldn't and then I'd kind of realize this and get offended.
Then apparently my friend showed me some picture he drew while I was talking to another friend and I Flipped out saying I was gonna kill him and shit. Well eventually I calmed down, but everyone started looking like those army duck troopers from the Mario games.So i convinced my one friend that we were leaving this party to go meet our other friends. Well once outside I told him that they were all robots and we had to get out of here. I started walking up the street pretending I'm a robot doing these distinct beeps and walking fucked up and everything.I even talked all different.
Now I seem to be having moments of clarity and I'll snap out of it and try to communicate properly. and this is now what i can remember. I started walking up towards my moms house, and I told my friend we had to go stop my evil brother from doing something because the king was really the brothers son and something else i can't remember. There was this whole big plot.Then I'd be like don't be heaty and and run up the streets all sketchily. So as we get to this school we see a guy and I tell my friend we gotta go fuck this guy up. we might need our weapons and pretended to hold a weapon, and we ran after him, but he evaded us. then there were these people I knew that saw us and laughed. I'm not sure what at, I probably did something.
Eventually I told my friend we were going to go on a mission through the woods to kill George bush. I was deadset at the time that this is what we were gonna do, and I'd tell my friend everything else had been a test and he'd passed it and all this stuff, and all this other giberish.
Eventually I came back down and went to the party, partied alittle more, and found out I'd left a half ounce at the party and snorted alot more, so we drank and snorted. Later that night, me and my one frie nd were having audio hallucinations.
I'm told it was hilarious at the time and kinda worrisome at the same time.
That was when i was partying out of control, like 24/7 drugs of some sort, and lots of blow. I'm no where near that bad anymore.