wesmdow
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this friday the thirteenth was a very memorable (well...lol maybe not literally) one.
my friends and i wanted to party for the weekend. there are 5 of us essentially.
myself, one of my best friends, "B," my girlfriend, "C," B's ex girlfriend, "E," and her friend "S."
so, to start, we got a half g of some white and cooked/smoked it. that was fun for about 20 minutes.....
then B says that hes got an ounce of coke and some ecstasy at his place, which is a thirty minute drive away. didnt take much time for us to pile in the car and get on the highway.
....BUT when we got there, as things usually go, the cocaine was gone. either his roomies did it or sold it. we werent sure. didnt matter.
E and S are both coke fiends. so they went and scored some of their own, which they paid for. B said he would shine us all out for free, but since his shit fell through the 2 girls were pissed. so, they refused to share any of the 8ball they got & proceeded to rock it up and smoke it IN B'S ROOM. we asked for a hit and they just straight up refused.
...so being pretty pissed, B and i went to go look for some BETTER drugs (ecstasy) that we could go not share with them.
needless to say, the e dealer was bullshitting. he had some overpriced xanax, but B felt bad for leading me on for so long... so we got 5 bars. i ate 3 he ate 2.
....this is where the trip starts.
B and i get back to his apartment barred out. this makes it MUCH easier to inform the girls that they WILL be sharing, or smoking their crack outside in the rain with no ride home.
so, reluctantly they shared.
as were getting high, my friend R busts in with a 12 pack and a bottle of jack. he is moving, so as a parting gift he gave B and me the bottle. the 4 of us drank it on the spot.
so now, im SHITFACED drunk, on 6mg xanax, and god knows how much crack i smoked. (i dont even remember smoking it... people tell me i smoked quite a bit tho) i was quite fucked up.
last week B told me that he FOUND 5 hits of acid (its complicated... lets just say college kids stash drugs on stupid places). i didnt believe him at the time...
BUT, for some reason i remembered the acid right then.
so, B, C, and me split it up. the boys got 2 hits, C got 1.
then we decided to go out on the town.... at 4 in the morning....
we hit up a few parties, i got thrown out of one for asking for coke (what the fuck kinda HARDCORE ANTI COKE people are up at 4am underage drinking?!).
now, there are 5 of us. 3 of us are happily on acid and GOOD drugs (bars and alcohol and LSD). the 2 bitches are coming down from crack. so, they are REALLY bitches. i mean hardcore.
at some point, B asked E if shed come sit with him cuz he was having a hard time with his trip.... she claimed to be his friend before this, but then cold heartedly REFUSED to even come talk to him. (she was back on crack at this point, so she couldnt even blame it on the comedown.
she did a few other things that were pretty cruel to do to a tripper, too. she was bossy, rude, and obviously jealous of our good time.
now, my friend B.... well, hes vindictive to say the least.
instead of letting her ruin the trip (B is an experienced tripper) he turned it around. since shes his ex, he derived a GREAT amount of pleasure from pissing her off. SHE was being such a bitch, and i was tripping nuts, this was really hilarious. every time B saw her, he literally hissed and recoiled in disgust, often following his disgusted hiss with cruel insults..
he REALLY, REALLY, REALLY pissed her off, but she wouldnt leave us alone. eventually, we slammed the door in her face and chose to "move on." since we were tripping, this made great sense. out of sight, out of mind. S had decided to stay at a cocaine dealers house, so she was out of the picture too.
we ended up leaving those 2 girls stranded 30 miles away from home. dont know what happened to em, dont care. good riddance.
now its about 7 am and my trip is really starting to kick in. this was the first time id ever done REAL LSD, and it kicked ass! i never knew how much of a difference setting could make untill i actually experienced it.
bad people make the trip unpleasant. bad places do the same. AND the opposite is true. ive read/heard all this before, but i didnt understand untill i experienced it. we kicked all the crackheads out of B's room (fuck if i know how they got there, we didnt know any of them... and its not like B lives in a fucking crack house, either....)
so we tripped in his room for a bit, stared at all the crazy shit going on... i didnt get any sorta body high, but i had intense visuals and a lot of rapidly changing, POWERFUL emotions. i cried and laughed as hard as i ever have, practically at the same time.
after an hour or so, it started to get light outside and we were ready for a change of scenery.
we decided to lock up B's room (he shares an apartment with 2 other dudes, which probably explains why there were druggies passed out everywhere in the living room when we left.) and head back into town.
our destination was the barton springs--a really nice, hippie-oriented park in downtown austin.
driving was a really stupid idea, but we didnt realize it at the time. thank god we made it to town without killing anyone.
before we went to the springs, we stopped at a VERY hippie coffee shop. we just went upstairs and sat on their couches. in retrospect, everyone in the building must have been laughing at us, cuz we were so damned amazed at how the room was breathing, melting, and changing colors all at once... and we were pretty damn vocal about it.
we sat there for 3 hours.. but boy did time go fast. music really affected my vision, the world would change to match the music, which was FUCKING cool to experience.
we finally made it to the springs, where we ran into one of C's friends. she has a lot of homeless, hippie style friends who (to my knowledge) do nothingbut sit around at the springs smoking various substances.
we found a nice place by the water to lay down and toke and talk. the pot REALLY kicked the visuals up a notch, and the guy we were with SURE know how to entertain some newbie trippers.
...that or he was just fried. either way it doesnt matter because he was SO funny. he informed us with a deadpan serious expression on his face, that "science has recently discovered the opposite of black holes. theyre called white holes, and they suck up black holes and spit them out through other whiteholes in other dimensions."
i embarrassed my girlfriend by laughing so hard at this guy. i just couldnt believe he was serious... and even if he wasnt it was funny as hell. laughing hadnt ever felt quite so euphoric.
eventually too many people started showing up, so my fellow trippers and i bailed off to my house to discuss the night's events and take a nap.
somehow it was already 3pm when we got to my house, and we slept from 4-8.
woke up pretty much sober (stuff is still kindy shakey) and incredibly depressed. i blame the crack for the depression.
other than the way i feel RIGHT NOW, it was an AWSOME night. albeit a little odd. does make for a memorable friday the 13th tho.
my friends and i wanted to party for the weekend. there are 5 of us essentially.
myself, one of my best friends, "B," my girlfriend, "C," B's ex girlfriend, "E," and her friend "S."
so, to start, we got a half g of some white and cooked/smoked it. that was fun for about 20 minutes.....
then B says that hes got an ounce of coke and some ecstasy at his place, which is a thirty minute drive away. didnt take much time for us to pile in the car and get on the highway.
....BUT when we got there, as things usually go, the cocaine was gone. either his roomies did it or sold it. we werent sure. didnt matter.
E and S are both coke fiends. so they went and scored some of their own, which they paid for. B said he would shine us all out for free, but since his shit fell through the 2 girls were pissed. so, they refused to share any of the 8ball they got & proceeded to rock it up and smoke it IN B'S ROOM. we asked for a hit and they just straight up refused.
...so being pretty pissed, B and i went to go look for some BETTER drugs (ecstasy) that we could go not share with them.
needless to say, the e dealer was bullshitting. he had some overpriced xanax, but B felt bad for leading me on for so long... so we got 5 bars. i ate 3 he ate 2.
....this is where the trip starts.
B and i get back to his apartment barred out. this makes it MUCH easier to inform the girls that they WILL be sharing, or smoking their crack outside in the rain with no ride home.
so, reluctantly they shared.
as were getting high, my friend R busts in with a 12 pack and a bottle of jack. he is moving, so as a parting gift he gave B and me the bottle. the 4 of us drank it on the spot.
so now, im SHITFACED drunk, on 6mg xanax, and god knows how much crack i smoked. (i dont even remember smoking it... people tell me i smoked quite a bit tho) i was quite fucked up.
last week B told me that he FOUND 5 hits of acid (its complicated... lets just say college kids stash drugs on stupid places). i didnt believe him at the time...
BUT, for some reason i remembered the acid right then.
so, B, C, and me split it up. the boys got 2 hits, C got 1.
then we decided to go out on the town.... at 4 in the morning....
we hit up a few parties, i got thrown out of one for asking for coke (what the fuck kinda HARDCORE ANTI COKE people are up at 4am underage drinking?!).
now, there are 5 of us. 3 of us are happily on acid and GOOD drugs (bars and alcohol and LSD). the 2 bitches are coming down from crack. so, they are REALLY bitches. i mean hardcore.
at some point, B asked E if shed come sit with him cuz he was having a hard time with his trip.... she claimed to be his friend before this, but then cold heartedly REFUSED to even come talk to him. (she was back on crack at this point, so she couldnt even blame it on the comedown.
she did a few other things that were pretty cruel to do to a tripper, too. she was bossy, rude, and obviously jealous of our good time.
now, my friend B.... well, hes vindictive to say the least.
instead of letting her ruin the trip (B is an experienced tripper) he turned it around. since shes his ex, he derived a GREAT amount of pleasure from pissing her off. SHE was being such a bitch, and i was tripping nuts, this was really hilarious. every time B saw her, he literally hissed and recoiled in disgust, often following his disgusted hiss with cruel insults..
he REALLY, REALLY, REALLY pissed her off, but she wouldnt leave us alone. eventually, we slammed the door in her face and chose to "move on." since we were tripping, this made great sense. out of sight, out of mind. S had decided to stay at a cocaine dealers house, so she was out of the picture too.
we ended up leaving those 2 girls stranded 30 miles away from home. dont know what happened to em, dont care. good riddance.
now its about 7 am and my trip is really starting to kick in. this was the first time id ever done REAL LSD, and it kicked ass! i never knew how much of a difference setting could make untill i actually experienced it.
bad people make the trip unpleasant. bad places do the same. AND the opposite is true. ive read/heard all this before, but i didnt understand untill i experienced it. we kicked all the crackheads out of B's room (fuck if i know how they got there, we didnt know any of them... and its not like B lives in a fucking crack house, either....)
so we tripped in his room for a bit, stared at all the crazy shit going on... i didnt get any sorta body high, but i had intense visuals and a lot of rapidly changing, POWERFUL emotions. i cried and laughed as hard as i ever have, practically at the same time.
after an hour or so, it started to get light outside and we were ready for a change of scenery.
we decided to lock up B's room (he shares an apartment with 2 other dudes, which probably explains why there were druggies passed out everywhere in the living room when we left.) and head back into town.
our destination was the barton springs--a really nice, hippie-oriented park in downtown austin.
driving was a really stupid idea, but we didnt realize it at the time. thank god we made it to town without killing anyone.
before we went to the springs, we stopped at a VERY hippie coffee shop. we just went upstairs and sat on their couches. in retrospect, everyone in the building must have been laughing at us, cuz we were so damned amazed at how the room was breathing, melting, and changing colors all at once... and we were pretty damn vocal about it.
we sat there for 3 hours.. but boy did time go fast. music really affected my vision, the world would change to match the music, which was FUCKING cool to experience.
we finally made it to the springs, where we ran into one of C's friends. she has a lot of homeless, hippie style friends who (to my knowledge) do nothingbut sit around at the springs smoking various substances.
we found a nice place by the water to lay down and toke and talk. the pot REALLY kicked the visuals up a notch, and the guy we were with SURE know how to entertain some newbie trippers.
...that or he was just fried. either way it doesnt matter because he was SO funny. he informed us with a deadpan serious expression on his face, that "science has recently discovered the opposite of black holes. theyre called white holes, and they suck up black holes and spit them out through other whiteholes in other dimensions."
i embarrassed my girlfriend by laughing so hard at this guy. i just couldnt believe he was serious... and even if he wasnt it was funny as hell. laughing hadnt ever felt quite so euphoric.
eventually too many people started showing up, so my fellow trippers and i bailed off to my house to discuss the night's events and take a nap.
somehow it was already 3pm when we got to my house, and we slept from 4-8.
woke up pretty much sober (stuff is still kindy shakey) and incredibly depressed. i blame the crack for the depression.
other than the way i feel RIGHT NOW, it was an AWSOME night. albeit a little odd. does make for a memorable friday the 13th tho.
