The_troubles
Greenlighter
So this one is going way back in the vault to the first time I first tried any drug, ever. I was 13 and my best friend's (lets call him "Bf") parents were out of town and he was supposed to be staying at my house (I'm a chick, btw). This was out in the suburbs during summer vacation, and our parents generally expected us to wake up at noon, go hang out where ever (skateboarding behind the corner store usually? Oh man, being 13) and not come back until after midnight (or later) most of the time, so today we had his giant McMansion to ourselves all day long.
I decided it was a great time to try acid for the first time. Our suburb was AWASH in the stuff back then. Seemed to disappear around the mid-90s, but by then I was 16, had too many anxious thoughts in my head and was done with acid. Plus a super scary public bus ride on acid once made me think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea any more (ha ha).
So me and my girlfriend (gf) went to Bf's house, about 4 other dudes were there already, at around 2 pm. The idea was, I was to go to Bf's house and bring him back to my place for the night. Bf, Gf and I dosed this cheap-ass blotter acid and the boys proceeded to smoke hash BTs in the backyard all afternoon. I remember an epic journey to the corner store, listening to a lot of music (the Crow Soundtrack? ha ha ha, ew!), really stupid conversations (oh my god! A donut is called a donut because it's like a nut and bolt, but made of dough! and that movie Tron is called Tron because they are elecTRONS in the motherboard! woah!) and I think I watched, agog, as the hash smoke filled the 2-liter bottle and then was sucked out for like 4 hours. But I don't remember doing any hash myself.
Time slowed waaaaaaay down. I couldn't tell if the things I was touching were wet or just cold. I went to look at myself in the mirror and my face looked so stark; imperfections were so bright, my skin was so pasty, but looking at myself made me sober up. Then as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, it started all over again. People smiled at me, "pretty fucked up, eh?" I just looked back at them, wide eyed, but I can't remember being paranoid. So I must have been quite the sight. Those guys were so fun to hang out with back then.
ANYWAY, eventually, it got dark, and this is where it really gets good. I was in the back still hypnotized by the hash smoke probably around 9 pm while Gf and Bf were upstairs making out. Then out of nowhere I hear the dreaded "jingle jingle" of keys in the door, then "creaaaak" as it opened and Bf's dad calling "hello? who's here?"
Oh boy. The 7-8 people in the backyard made a break through the backyard only to be met by a skunk, so a few jumped the fence on the other side, a couple others faced the parents, and I was so totally fucked I just wandered in as though nothing was wrong. My eyes were like goddamn saucers in their bright-ass kitchen though. "Heh, hello, Mr. Bf... we were just picking up some stuff to take back to my house...." I think I started to explain (but really, who knows what I said).
Then, down comes Bf with Gf from the upstairs bedroom. Their eyes looked wild, and their clothes and hair were all messed up, but I can't imagine much fooling around was going on when they were tripping so hard. I stopped listening but tuned back in to see Bf taking his pants off for his parents, explaining that he came back for a belt?? He was right off his head. Anyway, his mother, embarrassed, told him to get his pants back on and that they would drive me and Gf home. They had no idea that we were tripping balls. The hash dudes were long gone by this point.
On the drive back, I remember Bf pointing to an empty field and saying "Oh look, they're building a drive-through out there" and his dad twisting his head to look, "where? I don't see anything..." "Oh god, Bf! Just stop talking!!" I thought, sending him telepathic mind waves. The tracers in the headlights on the road were pretty trippy too.
Anyway, I got in and ran to my room with Gf, the parents talked, no one got in trouble.
I decided it was a great time to try acid for the first time. Our suburb was AWASH in the stuff back then. Seemed to disappear around the mid-90s, but by then I was 16, had too many anxious thoughts in my head and was done with acid. Plus a super scary public bus ride on acid once made me think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea any more (ha ha).
So me and my girlfriend (gf) went to Bf's house, about 4 other dudes were there already, at around 2 pm. The idea was, I was to go to Bf's house and bring him back to my place for the night. Bf, Gf and I dosed this cheap-ass blotter acid and the boys proceeded to smoke hash BTs in the backyard all afternoon. I remember an epic journey to the corner store, listening to a lot of music (the Crow Soundtrack? ha ha ha, ew!), really stupid conversations (oh my god! A donut is called a donut because it's like a nut and bolt, but made of dough! and that movie Tron is called Tron because they are elecTRONS in the motherboard! woah!) and I think I watched, agog, as the hash smoke filled the 2-liter bottle and then was sucked out for like 4 hours. But I don't remember doing any hash myself.
Time slowed waaaaaaay down. I couldn't tell if the things I was touching were wet or just cold. I went to look at myself in the mirror and my face looked so stark; imperfections were so bright, my skin was so pasty, but looking at myself made me sober up. Then as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, it started all over again. People smiled at me, "pretty fucked up, eh?" I just looked back at them, wide eyed, but I can't remember being paranoid. So I must have been quite the sight. Those guys were so fun to hang out with back then.
ANYWAY, eventually, it got dark, and this is where it really gets good. I was in the back still hypnotized by the hash smoke probably around 9 pm while Gf and Bf were upstairs making out. Then out of nowhere I hear the dreaded "jingle jingle" of keys in the door, then "creaaaak" as it opened and Bf's dad calling "hello? who's here?"
Oh boy. The 7-8 people in the backyard made a break through the backyard only to be met by a skunk, so a few jumped the fence on the other side, a couple others faced the parents, and I was so totally fucked I just wandered in as though nothing was wrong. My eyes were like goddamn saucers in their bright-ass kitchen though. "Heh, hello, Mr. Bf... we were just picking up some stuff to take back to my house...." I think I started to explain (but really, who knows what I said).
Then, down comes Bf with Gf from the upstairs bedroom. Their eyes looked wild, and their clothes and hair were all messed up, but I can't imagine much fooling around was going on when they were tripping so hard. I stopped listening but tuned back in to see Bf taking his pants off for his parents, explaining that he came back for a belt?? He was right off his head. Anyway, his mother, embarrassed, told him to get his pants back on and that they would drive me and Gf home. They had no idea that we were tripping balls. The hash dudes were long gone by this point.
On the drive back, I remember Bf pointing to an empty field and saying "Oh look, they're building a drive-through out there" and his dad twisting his head to look, "where? I don't see anything..." "Oh god, Bf! Just stop talking!!" I thought, sending him telepathic mind waves. The tracers in the headlights on the road were pretty trippy too.
Anyway, I got in and ran to my room with Gf, the parents talked, no one got in trouble.
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