funny trip report from back in the day
my boy jeff and i wrote this when we were about 15, funny to say the least and says alot for the mentallity of an inexperienced drug user/inmature kid, but hey, everyone starts somewhere
It all started with 1 little blue pill,which we split in half and parachuted
we planned on consuming some alchohol but that soon changed
we ended up at some fat bitches house, where two more e's were waiting on us
we smoked a nice backwood blunt, chillin out on the couch feeling nice off
the half pills we already ate we then proceded to take the next 2 e's which were blue dolphins
as the usual roll started to come on we realized that we needed more drugs to complete this wonderful night
after our flopdick friend bailed on us we had 15 minutes to get to the nearest Canadian tire to grab the nearest bottle of quick start for those who dont know we extract ether from the quick start with 5 minutes until the store closed jesse and myself began to sing at the top of our lungs " Sweet home alabama, where the skies are so blue" and praying that the bus would come in time for us to purchase the ether the whole time experiencing intense rushes that made us lose balance and almost fall to the ground when we arrived we expected the store to be closed but with the grace of the all mighty jah rastafari canadian tire was having midnight madness acheiving complete happiness was just a quick start bottle away
we proceded to be the drugged out heat scores that we were in this state talking about robberies, counterfeit money which we were using at the time
and discussing ether binges with the cashier with the quick start in hand we proceded to the fat bitches house with jesse rolling the blunt, and I (jeff), cooking the ether. the fat bitch was stuffing her gaping piehole as usualAnd back to the topic by this time the rushes of the e were hiting us in waves of ecstacy, we then insufflated one TEC percocet
by the time the blunt was finished burning and we had a few fear and loathing sized rags in our systems we were on one of the biggest drug binges we have had in a while
the fat bitch was laughing the whole time it was her first time on ether so she didnt notcie that jesse and myself had started to insufflate a handful of her methylphenadate at this point shit got fucked up
the combination of anesthetic, downers, uppers, and a euphorically mind bending state of ecstacy was more than any spoken words can begin to describe the usually mild visual distortions of the ecstacy were amplified by the indescribable visuals of diethyl ether with the fat bitch blobbed out on the couch all the weed smoked, pills railed, and no more e we took a pack of smokes, a bottle of methylphenadate, and her pipe we decided to call it a night and head home now were sitting in jesses basement sketched out like fu*k we writing this report for the benefit of all you other crackheads just like us to let you know drugs are not the answer, drugs are the question, and the answer is yes.
my boy jeff and i wrote this when we were about 15, funny to say the least and says alot for the mentallity of an inexperienced drug user/inmature kid, but hey, everyone starts somewhere
It all started with 1 little blue pill,which we split in half and parachuted
we planned on consuming some alchohol but that soon changed
we ended up at some fat bitches house, where two more e's were waiting on us
we smoked a nice backwood blunt, chillin out on the couch feeling nice off
the half pills we already ate we then proceded to take the next 2 e's which were blue dolphins
as the usual roll started to come on we realized that we needed more drugs to complete this wonderful night
after our flopdick friend bailed on us we had 15 minutes to get to the nearest Canadian tire to grab the nearest bottle of quick start for those who dont know we extract ether from the quick start with 5 minutes until the store closed jesse and myself began to sing at the top of our lungs " Sweet home alabama, where the skies are so blue" and praying that the bus would come in time for us to purchase the ether the whole time experiencing intense rushes that made us lose balance and almost fall to the ground when we arrived we expected the store to be closed but with the grace of the all mighty jah rastafari canadian tire was having midnight madness acheiving complete happiness was just a quick start bottle away
we proceded to be the drugged out heat scores that we were in this state talking about robberies, counterfeit money which we were using at the time
and discussing ether binges with the cashier with the quick start in hand we proceded to the fat bitches house with jesse rolling the blunt, and I (jeff), cooking the ether. the fat bitch was stuffing her gaping piehole as usualAnd back to the topic by this time the rushes of the e were hiting us in waves of ecstacy, we then insufflated one TEC percocet
by the time the blunt was finished burning and we had a few fear and loathing sized rags in our systems we were on one of the biggest drug binges we have had in a while
the fat bitch was laughing the whole time it was her first time on ether so she didnt notcie that jesse and myself had started to insufflate a handful of her methylphenadate at this point shit got fucked up
the combination of anesthetic, downers, uppers, and a euphorically mind bending state of ecstacy was more than any spoken words can begin to describe the usually mild visual distortions of the ecstacy were amplified by the indescribable visuals of diethyl ether with the fat bitch blobbed out on the couch all the weed smoked, pills railed, and no more e we took a pack of smokes, a bottle of methylphenadate, and her pipe we decided to call it a night and head home now were sitting in jesses basement sketched out like fu*k we writing this report for the benefit of all you other crackheads just like us to let you know drugs are not the answer, drugs are the question, and the answer is yes.
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