Convo from a thread where I mention that I thought the whole deal with people naked in the streets when they overdo it on psychs was a media formed cliche until I started reading so many peoples' actual cases on BL.
I could not imagine having to go into a cruiser and sit in a jail cell while in that kind of state. Depending on how far gone I was, thinking "this guy wants to put me away, hold me prisoner" I'd go fight/flight mode, given his resources over mine; I'd run so hard.
Worst I've done is a heavy 2C-B/MDMA experience with a friend around a huge bonfire, in my boxers because it was so hot but it felt so good I would have done the same anyway. Difference being I was in a location where there was no houses for a good 3-4 miles, and it was a long woods trail to get where we were. The only threat was other people around who knew about the spot and wanted to use it, but not many do and it's non-written first people to come get the spot, so if people hear talking as they're driving in or see a fire they turn around, and that only happened once the many weekends we've spent there. If someone did come, I had pants nearby.
That night was nuts though at times I went veritably insane. I looked like a tweaked out, skinny oil rig worker from the 19th century. Only boxers on, sweating like a pig, thin film of oil on my arms/hands and anything I touched. See, we had 2 5-gallon pails of used motor oil to dispose of. The pails had those lids on them with the pop-up spout and vent on the other side. The spout hole was about 2 inches around so it took a few throws to get a satisfactory amount of oil out. My friend who isn't a big tripper took the same doses as me but I think he had more to think about that night, he sometimes took part in the sloshing of oil on the fire but mostly just laughed at the hideous sight of me and we synched up in hysterical laugher of the situation. We had old, broken shipping skids to burn as well and whatever fallen branches and logs in the woods, it was wet wood but it made a good base as the oil heat got anything to burn.
I'll never forget the feeling at the peak, hot fire, pants came off, just losing it anytime the flames got lower than 4 feet. Grab the oil pale with devious look of a psychotic arsonist, going up to the fire, tipping the pail over onto it until I couldn't take the heat, then I'd back up and make runs to slosh a stream into the fire consecutive times until my friend was like "Dave dude, that's enough, that's enough!!" Then I'd calm down and enjoy the 15 foot flames, 6 feet of white hot at the bottom just radiating out. The energy against my nearly naked body felt amazing. Then I'd go and chat with my buddy who'd grabbed the chairs and moved back so they didn't melt, listen to the music I brought along, GD,JD,bunch of folk rock and enjoy the heat, resting up until the flames got down to 4 feet again.
We kept on joking; know what we need? More OIL. In conversation we refer to that night as the oil night. I don't think I've ever sweated or hysterically laughed as much as I did that night. The next morning I had to clean old motor oil off anything I touched, including the fabric of the lawn chairs I borrowed from my mom. I wasn't able to get it all out; she was a bit mad.
God I don't know how many laws I would have broken if it had been a populated area.
As to using old motor oil as fire fuel we noticed that it burned quite cleanly when put on the slats of a skid like that, lots of oxygen contact, lots of heat. It was actually quite good combustion, the plume was very thinly black as opposed to the opaque, gaseous carbon from a tire fire. I think the burning of 10 gallons of motor oil once in a blue moon to enhance the night of two nutcases is harmless and I apply no guilt to myself.
Fuck you treehuggers!!!
Don't worry, I actually do hug trees.
