somnilicious
Bluelighter
This happened in 97-98...........
My memories of this trip are very fragmented but I will try to convey the madness of this Apocalypse Now meets Fear and Loathing trip into hell. Me and a friend I will call Jose Cuervo decided to leave school and drop two hits of blotter that had some Grateful Dead print or another. We go to his house out in the woods and drop the hits. We waited around for them to kick in when all of a sudden Cuervo turns his head to me with those manic eyes and smile that Depp does so well in Fear and Loathing. He suddenly jumps up and starts to beat on his chest howling madly. Without skipping a beat he rips off his shirt with one clean break. He then slyly tilts his head towards me with the same look and as our eyes meet we both break out in raucous laughter. Little did we know, this little show would propel our antics forward as we descend into a nightmare.
I immediately jump up and attempt the same stunt on my shirt that Cuervo had except my shirt is thick and I can't seem to make it all the way through. Cuervo in a flash is in my peripheral with a shiny metallic sunburst that blinds me for a moment. As I cover my eyes I feel a sharp pain emanating from my stomach. I gnash my teeth and look to see Cuervo standing in front of me with a giant bloody butcher knife and a strip of my shirt.
"What the hell you fuckin' moron. You fuckin' cut me."
Cuervo is not stunned by the event nor my retort and starts dancing with his upturned hands cupping imaginary balls while making monkey noises. I am taken aback and immediately disarmed by this show and join in on the laughter while doing my own ridiculous elephant trunk dance with my arm while trumpeting as loud as I can. Then In a stunning display of telekinesis we both stop and look at each other. I take off like the wind towards the fridge with Cuervo on my tail. We slide to the floor tackling each other as we both grapple for the door handle. fruit and vegetables spill every where as drawers are dislodged. Each of us chooses our weapons as tomatoes and cyan peppers explode all over the walls. Juice is covering both our torsos and Cuervo has mayonnaise dripping from his cheek.
By this time the Acid is just overwhelming. We both lay on the floor for an eternity mumbling incoherent bits of pseudo philosophy about such topics as the infinite universe and our place in the cosmos while the walls undulate and swirl like a funhouse, caving and collapsing in a kaleidoscope of color. I don't know how long we layed there but when we get up it is dark outside. We both decide it would be a good idea to start a fire. So we get an impressive blaze going. As the light and shadows cast off Cuervos face it distorted it into a werewolf with long fangs. Cuervo said I looked like an owl. So we both run around the fire in a circle like indians with our spirit masks on hooting and hollering with our hands flailing about.
I get wonderlust and want to venture out into the forest. Cuervo is game but decides he wants to grab his father's pistol. As I look out into the menacing forest I shiver and decide that this might be a good idea. After all who knows what kind of ghoulish spectors we might encounter out there. So we both walk towards the edge of the trees with a flash light and Desert Eagle. We get about 100 yards into the woods when a lion suddenly races at us growling and hissing. POP! POP! POP! My ears ring and adrenaline sends us scattering through the woods towards the house. We stop on the porch panting barely able to express what just happened to us. I am overcome with dark emotions and I decide to go lay on the bed to wait out the trip.
Cuervo goes into the bathroom as I lay on the bed rocking back and forth. After a while I wonder what Cuervo could be doing in the bathroom for so long. I knock and Cuervo tells me to come in. When I enter he is pulling on his eyeballs. I grab his hand an jerk it away.
"What are you doing?" he exclaims.
"Stopping you from pulling out your eyeballs."
"Man...... I wasn't pulling out my eyes. I was just trying to rearrange them so my parents won't come home and see them all over my face. They would surely know I was tripping."
I slap him on the back of the head and he turns around to punch me. I grab his arm as we wrestle around in the bathroom. This must have tired us out because we both go into his bedroom and fall asleep on his floor.
As the morning light creeps in I hear Cuervos' mom let out several mournful cries. I shoot awake as we both get up and run past the chaos that is his house out into the front yard by his grieving mother. His dad is walking towards us with his beloved bloody Chow dog bandito in his arms. I suddenly remember the lion from the night before and gasps as I realize what has happened. I am immediately ordered to go home as Cuervo is ushered inside. When I see Cuervo again the look in our eyes says it all. Nothing is ever mentioned again about the event. We both went our separate ways but I will never forget the traumatizing moments of this trip.
I set out trying to create a detailed and well written trip report but the whole time I couldn't picture anything but Cuervos dad and that bloody dog. SHIVER! I just had to hurry up and get the story out.
My memories of this trip are very fragmented but I will try to convey the madness of this Apocalypse Now meets Fear and Loathing trip into hell. Me and a friend I will call Jose Cuervo decided to leave school and drop two hits of blotter that had some Grateful Dead print or another. We go to his house out in the woods and drop the hits. We waited around for them to kick in when all of a sudden Cuervo turns his head to me with those manic eyes and smile that Depp does so well in Fear and Loathing. He suddenly jumps up and starts to beat on his chest howling madly. Without skipping a beat he rips off his shirt with one clean break. He then slyly tilts his head towards me with the same look and as our eyes meet we both break out in raucous laughter. Little did we know, this little show would propel our antics forward as we descend into a nightmare.
I immediately jump up and attempt the same stunt on my shirt that Cuervo had except my shirt is thick and I can't seem to make it all the way through. Cuervo in a flash is in my peripheral with a shiny metallic sunburst that blinds me for a moment. As I cover my eyes I feel a sharp pain emanating from my stomach. I gnash my teeth and look to see Cuervo standing in front of me with a giant bloody butcher knife and a strip of my shirt.
"What the hell you fuckin' moron. You fuckin' cut me."
Cuervo is not stunned by the event nor my retort and starts dancing with his upturned hands cupping imaginary balls while making monkey noises. I am taken aback and immediately disarmed by this show and join in on the laughter while doing my own ridiculous elephant trunk dance with my arm while trumpeting as loud as I can. Then In a stunning display of telekinesis we both stop and look at each other. I take off like the wind towards the fridge with Cuervo on my tail. We slide to the floor tackling each other as we both grapple for the door handle. fruit and vegetables spill every where as drawers are dislodged. Each of us chooses our weapons as tomatoes and cyan peppers explode all over the walls. Juice is covering both our torsos and Cuervo has mayonnaise dripping from his cheek.
By this time the Acid is just overwhelming. We both lay on the floor for an eternity mumbling incoherent bits of pseudo philosophy about such topics as the infinite universe and our place in the cosmos while the walls undulate and swirl like a funhouse, caving and collapsing in a kaleidoscope of color. I don't know how long we layed there but when we get up it is dark outside. We both decide it would be a good idea to start a fire. So we get an impressive blaze going. As the light and shadows cast off Cuervos face it distorted it into a werewolf with long fangs. Cuervo said I looked like an owl. So we both run around the fire in a circle like indians with our spirit masks on hooting and hollering with our hands flailing about.
I get wonderlust and want to venture out into the forest. Cuervo is game but decides he wants to grab his father's pistol. As I look out into the menacing forest I shiver and decide that this might be a good idea. After all who knows what kind of ghoulish spectors we might encounter out there. So we both walk towards the edge of the trees with a flash light and Desert Eagle. We get about 100 yards into the woods when a lion suddenly races at us growling and hissing. POP! POP! POP! My ears ring and adrenaline sends us scattering through the woods towards the house. We stop on the porch panting barely able to express what just happened to us. I am overcome with dark emotions and I decide to go lay on the bed to wait out the trip.
Cuervo goes into the bathroom as I lay on the bed rocking back and forth. After a while I wonder what Cuervo could be doing in the bathroom for so long. I knock and Cuervo tells me to come in. When I enter he is pulling on his eyeballs. I grab his hand an jerk it away.
"What are you doing?" he exclaims.
"Stopping you from pulling out your eyeballs."
"Man...... I wasn't pulling out my eyes. I was just trying to rearrange them so my parents won't come home and see them all over my face. They would surely know I was tripping."
I slap him on the back of the head and he turns around to punch me. I grab his arm as we wrestle around in the bathroom. This must have tired us out because we both go into his bedroom and fall asleep on his floor.
As the morning light creeps in I hear Cuervos' mom let out several mournful cries. I shoot awake as we both get up and run past the chaos that is his house out into the front yard by his grieving mother. His dad is walking towards us with his beloved bloody Chow dog bandito in his arms. I suddenly remember the lion from the night before and gasps as I realize what has happened. I am immediately ordered to go home as Cuervo is ushered inside. When I see Cuervo again the look in our eyes says it all. Nothing is ever mentioned again about the event. We both went our separate ways but I will never forget the traumatizing moments of this trip.
I set out trying to create a detailed and well written trip report but the whole time I couldn't picture anything but Cuervos dad and that bloody dog. SHIVER! I just had to hurry up and get the story out.
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