A good friend of mine was shot last week. This is the story of an out of control party in the woods last weekend. I haven't felt like sharing this until now because it is very stressful. I am on a mild benzo now so I can think and recall better without anxiety. This experience has me seriously considering staying away from psychedelics permanently and possibly all drugs in general.
Friday night, 11/23/07, me, D and P prepare for a party. It was planned by our friend S, on his grandparents land which is mostly forest and a campsite which was about 100 yards from the road. We arrived at about 6pm to help set up stuff like the chairs, music, tents, firewood etc. S had the great idea to make this an alcohol-prohibited event. There were plenty of other treats anyways.
By 8pm the party is going nice. It is cold out but we have a good fire going and hotdogs cooking on sticks. We had just smoked a few bowls by this point. 9 people are there, 5 of them i know fairly well but the others i only recognize slightly; S has a slightly different friend circle; a little more crazy people. We talk and listen to the techno, having a good time.
S then pulls out a large amount of cid and starts selling it. I feel slightly nervous, mainly for him, but also the fact i'll be tripping with people i don't know, and with a lot of them. I had heard the cid was quite strong at 2 hits. I just took 1; it was expensive and I didn't want to trip hard for once. Good thing.
3 of the people i didn't know seemed to be in a little group together. They kept making trips to their truck which was out of sight. The rest of us got pretty quiet as the acid kicked in. We'd hear loud talking and cheers from the group of 3. I was nervous about it and the rest of us were uneasy, I could tell.
We have another bowl and i trip moderately well; faces bend, i feel spaced out in a good way and the music has amazing depth. Also i feel more uneasy about the drunken group. We assumed rightly they were drinking down there since S didn't want alcohol there because of other incidents things went bad and we knew it doesn't go well with cid.
S says 'alright i'm gonna tell them guys to get out if theyre gonna drink and kill our buzz, i barely know them anyways'. this made me more nervous that he didn't know them. As he gets up to go, we hear very shocking loud gunshots. We jolt in surprise. We then hear cheers. S continues to walk down there, but looking very nervous. I go around out of the fires light and follow him slowly about 50 feet from him, with my gun in my pocket, just in case. I load it with 5 .357 magnum shells. He gets down there and i stay about 70 feet away. I can hear them talk.
"hey guys, i told you this is a no drinking party, we're supposed to be tripping and relaxing... (etc)"
"ok, well, i guess we aren't welcome here anymore then boys.." the guy said in a mockingly sad tone.
"nah you're welcome, IF you quit drinking and settle down" S said, but i could tell he wanted these punks out of here. I saw the one guy sitting on the hood of the truck holding a very short barreled shotgun, sawed off. He then menacingly popped a shell into it and slammed it shut. S took a step back. "I'm going back up there, but uh, please don't uh drink.. too hard, later" He was shaking and afraid, too much to tell them not to shoot. I didn't blame him. This made the drunk truck crew feel more powerful and evil i'm sure.
We both arrived at the campsite to eagerly awaiting D and 2 other onlookers, asking what was going on. "I don't fucking like this one bit guys. (Hiss), you got your pistol right?"
"yea.. (the thought of having to use it made me want to puke with fear) do you guys want to just pack up and go to my place, its getting cold anyways" i say.
"yea, lets get outta here", D says. "I'm with you guys" the other dude, P, says.
We start to pack up and i think they had snuck up on us and realized this. The cheering and rowdy yelling got louder. Then a BOOM and at the very same instant the leaves above us violently shook. "SHIT... STOP!!!" S yelled. laughing in the distance. I pull out my gun and aim it down in their direction ready to shoot back and show them what is up.
BOOM "AAAHH!" D yelled horribly. Startled, I fire twice in their direction (not above them, right at them) as a reaction, not caring or thinking. The blast was horribly loud and shocking and hurt my hand since I had not time to grip it properly. I didn't feel it though until later. I hear a startled yelp of surprise and swearing, probably at both the fact they were being shot at and the fact someone yelled like they've been shot. Then the truck started up and tires spun.
5 large bleeding dots were coming out of the upper right side of D's chest and shoulder, about 4 inches away from one another, as he held his shirt lifted and moaned. I feel immensely sorry for him, for a number of reasons. I use his shirt to wipe the blood off so i can see what he was shot with. BBs, probably #4 shot. About the size of BBs from a bb gun. I was glad it wasn't buckshot.
2 holes wouldnt stop bleeding so I rushed him to the hospital as the other secured the site. They called the police and we had to make a hard decision to tell them exactly what happened and not leave out the fact I shot back. They arrested a person for assault after S was interrogated to who the people were. They checked my CWP and let me go with my gun, gladly. D was treated and released an hour later with 5 stitches and given a pill, for the lead I think.
The blast they fired towards us was probably meant to go over our heads but their barrel was so short it spread out too much. The distance between the campsite and their vehicle was probably 80 meters, ~250ft, with a few trees in between, which probably saved their life or truck from the two rounds I fired at them, traveling 1450fps (1000 mph; 1600kph) and would have ripped right through their body, splitting into jagged pieces as the hollow point shreds. Heh, yea its wrong for me to fantasize about, and I'd be in some trouble (but could claim self defense)... but I don't think one person who was at the campsite when it happens is glad my bullets didn't do any damage. It might have hit their truck, we hope. There wasn't that many trees in the way. I hope I did... but then the idiots would probably brag about it like its a trophy decal... surviving a shootout. Damn I hope they rot in fucking jail.
Looking at the speed of BBs of 12-gauge shotgun (about 1150 fps) it looks like the BBs would have hit D before the sound did, but very slightly.
This is hard to believe, even for me, so i'll post pictures of his wound with his permission and scan the newspaper article when it comes out.
More info and detail to come. I hate hicks with guns.
D's SIDE OF THE STORY
putting this here to make sure people see it, written by D:
Hello,
Uh, I'll just skip down to... when my acid was kickin' in, try to say some details since it is a "trip report"...
An hour after I took the two hits, I felt the rising spinal tingles and the desire to laugh; everything seemed comical. I looked down through the woods and the trees seemed to come to life and subtly move. Looking into the dark, my eyes and mind played tricks on me, such as when an alien faintly peeked out from a tree.
I began to feel anxiety more and more as time went on, mainly because of the setting. The three guys seemed annoying and cocky. I was glad they went to their truck for a while. When they first shot, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM", three quick shots, I got extremely anxious and wanted to leave right away. At this time S and Hiss were walking down there, so I was afraid for them especially. It seemed like it took way too long for them to get back; time slowed to a standstill. It felt like an hour when it was really about 15 minutes.
I sort of sobered up from my adrenaline pumpin', but was still tripping good. I was ready to take off running and never stop it felt like. So they finally get back and I'm ready to get out of there fast; I start helping pack up as soon as they say we're going. Then the loud boom again, and the leaves about only 20 feet above us shook with BBs flying through them. I don't know why I didn't get down on the ground or on my knees; but if I had got on my knees I could be blind right now.
Just five seconds after the BBs flew over our heads, I experienced what seemed like five hard "flicks", as if someone flicked me really hard, accompanied by INTENSE BURNING. It burned bad and I knew right away I was in trouble. It was so fucking scary to know I'd been shot; I felt like I could die and I about had a heart attack. I was filled only with FEAR and nothing else; no anger, yet. The BBs hit me as soon as the sound did, or maybe they hit me a split second sooner than the sound, it seemed like it at least.
So yeah... got out of there quick, losing blood...Hiss flew me to the hospital driving very fast with four-ways on...scary... went to the hospital tripping which was weird, got questioned... I think the cops and nurses knew I was intoxicated, maybe, but I wasn't asked if I was. They were actually concerned and wanted to get those guys.
Its no big deal... and I'd say wasn't nearly as bad as the paintball trauma I went through, which I reported about in Hiss's thread. It hurts badly at times, but I have 5mg hydrocodones... they help some. They removed two BBs, the other three will unfortunately be with me all my life unless they start causing problems. I'm glad justice will be served. I have faith it will. I'll be fine, and those idiots will pay dearly for being such fucking screwups.
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Friday night, 11/23/07, me, D and P prepare for a party. It was planned by our friend S, on his grandparents land which is mostly forest and a campsite which was about 100 yards from the road. We arrived at about 6pm to help set up stuff like the chairs, music, tents, firewood etc. S had the great idea to make this an alcohol-prohibited event. There were plenty of other treats anyways.
By 8pm the party is going nice. It is cold out but we have a good fire going and hotdogs cooking on sticks. We had just smoked a few bowls by this point. 9 people are there, 5 of them i know fairly well but the others i only recognize slightly; S has a slightly different friend circle; a little more crazy people. We talk and listen to the techno, having a good time.
S then pulls out a large amount of cid and starts selling it. I feel slightly nervous, mainly for him, but also the fact i'll be tripping with people i don't know, and with a lot of them. I had heard the cid was quite strong at 2 hits. I just took 1; it was expensive and I didn't want to trip hard for once. Good thing.
3 of the people i didn't know seemed to be in a little group together. They kept making trips to their truck which was out of sight. The rest of us got pretty quiet as the acid kicked in. We'd hear loud talking and cheers from the group of 3. I was nervous about it and the rest of us were uneasy, I could tell.
We have another bowl and i trip moderately well; faces bend, i feel spaced out in a good way and the music has amazing depth. Also i feel more uneasy about the drunken group. We assumed rightly they were drinking down there since S didn't want alcohol there because of other incidents things went bad and we knew it doesn't go well with cid.
S says 'alright i'm gonna tell them guys to get out if theyre gonna drink and kill our buzz, i barely know them anyways'. this made me more nervous that he didn't know them. As he gets up to go, we hear very shocking loud gunshots. We jolt in surprise. We then hear cheers. S continues to walk down there, but looking very nervous. I go around out of the fires light and follow him slowly about 50 feet from him, with my gun in my pocket, just in case. I load it with 5 .357 magnum shells. He gets down there and i stay about 70 feet away. I can hear them talk.
"hey guys, i told you this is a no drinking party, we're supposed to be tripping and relaxing... (etc)"
"ok, well, i guess we aren't welcome here anymore then boys.." the guy said in a mockingly sad tone.
"nah you're welcome, IF you quit drinking and settle down" S said, but i could tell he wanted these punks out of here. I saw the one guy sitting on the hood of the truck holding a very short barreled shotgun, sawed off. He then menacingly popped a shell into it and slammed it shut. S took a step back. "I'm going back up there, but uh, please don't uh drink.. too hard, later" He was shaking and afraid, too much to tell them not to shoot. I didn't blame him. This made the drunk truck crew feel more powerful and evil i'm sure.
We both arrived at the campsite to eagerly awaiting D and 2 other onlookers, asking what was going on. "I don't fucking like this one bit guys. (Hiss), you got your pistol right?"
"yea.. (the thought of having to use it made me want to puke with fear) do you guys want to just pack up and go to my place, its getting cold anyways" i say.
"yea, lets get outta here", D says. "I'm with you guys" the other dude, P, says.
We start to pack up and i think they had snuck up on us and realized this. The cheering and rowdy yelling got louder. Then a BOOM and at the very same instant the leaves above us violently shook. "SHIT... STOP!!!" S yelled. laughing in the distance. I pull out my gun and aim it down in their direction ready to shoot back and show them what is up.
BOOM "AAAHH!" D yelled horribly. Startled, I fire twice in their direction (not above them, right at them) as a reaction, not caring or thinking. The blast was horribly loud and shocking and hurt my hand since I had not time to grip it properly. I didn't feel it though until later. I hear a startled yelp of surprise and swearing, probably at both the fact they were being shot at and the fact someone yelled like they've been shot. Then the truck started up and tires spun.
5 large bleeding dots were coming out of the upper right side of D's chest and shoulder, about 4 inches away from one another, as he held his shirt lifted and moaned. I feel immensely sorry for him, for a number of reasons. I use his shirt to wipe the blood off so i can see what he was shot with. BBs, probably #4 shot. About the size of BBs from a bb gun. I was glad it wasn't buckshot.
2 holes wouldnt stop bleeding so I rushed him to the hospital as the other secured the site. They called the police and we had to make a hard decision to tell them exactly what happened and not leave out the fact I shot back. They arrested a person for assault after S was interrogated to who the people were. They checked my CWP and let me go with my gun, gladly. D was treated and released an hour later with 5 stitches and given a pill, for the lead I think.
The blast they fired towards us was probably meant to go over our heads but their barrel was so short it spread out too much. The distance between the campsite and their vehicle was probably 80 meters, ~250ft, with a few trees in between, which probably saved their life or truck from the two rounds I fired at them, traveling 1450fps (1000 mph; 1600kph) and would have ripped right through their body, splitting into jagged pieces as the hollow point shreds. Heh, yea its wrong for me to fantasize about, and I'd be in some trouble (but could claim self defense)... but I don't think one person who was at the campsite when it happens is glad my bullets didn't do any damage. It might have hit their truck, we hope. There wasn't that many trees in the way. I hope I did... but then the idiots would probably brag about it like its a trophy decal... surviving a shootout. Damn I hope they rot in fucking jail.
Looking at the speed of BBs of 12-gauge shotgun (about 1150 fps) it looks like the BBs would have hit D before the sound did, but very slightly.
This is hard to believe, even for me, so i'll post pictures of his wound with his permission and scan the newspaper article when it comes out.
More info and detail to come. I hate hicks with guns.
D's SIDE OF THE STORY
putting this here to make sure people see it, written by D:
Hello,
Uh, I'll just skip down to... when my acid was kickin' in, try to say some details since it is a "trip report"...
An hour after I took the two hits, I felt the rising spinal tingles and the desire to laugh; everything seemed comical. I looked down through the woods and the trees seemed to come to life and subtly move. Looking into the dark, my eyes and mind played tricks on me, such as when an alien faintly peeked out from a tree.
I began to feel anxiety more and more as time went on, mainly because of the setting. The three guys seemed annoying and cocky. I was glad they went to their truck for a while. When they first shot, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM", three quick shots, I got extremely anxious and wanted to leave right away. At this time S and Hiss were walking down there, so I was afraid for them especially. It seemed like it took way too long for them to get back; time slowed to a standstill. It felt like an hour when it was really about 15 minutes.
I sort of sobered up from my adrenaline pumpin', but was still tripping good. I was ready to take off running and never stop it felt like. So they finally get back and I'm ready to get out of there fast; I start helping pack up as soon as they say we're going. Then the loud boom again, and the leaves about only 20 feet above us shook with BBs flying through them. I don't know why I didn't get down on the ground or on my knees; but if I had got on my knees I could be blind right now.
Just five seconds after the BBs flew over our heads, I experienced what seemed like five hard "flicks", as if someone flicked me really hard, accompanied by INTENSE BURNING. It burned bad and I knew right away I was in trouble. It was so fucking scary to know I'd been shot; I felt like I could die and I about had a heart attack. I was filled only with FEAR and nothing else; no anger, yet. The BBs hit me as soon as the sound did, or maybe they hit me a split second sooner than the sound, it seemed like it at least.
So yeah... got out of there quick, losing blood...Hiss flew me to the hospital driving very fast with four-ways on...scary... went to the hospital tripping which was weird, got questioned... I think the cops and nurses knew I was intoxicated, maybe, but I wasn't asked if I was. They were actually concerned and wanted to get those guys.
Its no big deal... and I'd say wasn't nearly as bad as the paintball trauma I went through, which I reported about in Hiss's thread. It hurts badly at times, but I have 5mg hydrocodones... they help some. They removed two BBs, the other three will unfortunately be with me all my life unless they start causing problems. I'm glad justice will be served. I have faith it will. I'll be fine, and those idiots will pay dearly for being such fucking screwups.
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