this one's probably one of the most surreal fucked-up memories that comes to mind...
flash back to 2 years ago, it was winter. a friend was having his birthday that weekend and wanted to "really have a party". this friend in question was well-known around town as the notorious hippy stoner guy (every town has one), and wasn't to settle for a run-of-the-mill bag of psilocybes. this night, he said, was gonna be different. guess he knew i was the guy to talk to.
between him, myself, and another friend, we scrounged together an eighth of chron, about 5 yopo seeds, some 2CE, maybe 10 HBW seeds, and a bag of amanita caps. not too shabby.
my 2 friends proceeded to brew some
orange pekoe amanita tea while i prepared the lines of yopo powder. everyone had their 2 lines and then we smoked a couple bowls from the binger while we were waiting for the tea to brew. birthday boy and accomplice split the capsule of 2CE. i refrained because the prospect of driving made me think twice (though i doubt it matterd considering the cocktail i did have).
several bowlpacks later, we began to feel it. by then it was maybe a quarter to 10. prior to or after that i don't think anyone bothered to look at a clock. . i remember having to add another tea bag to the amanita brew to cover the taste and then passing the large mug around. petting the cat sure got fun all of a sudden. after that, things get a bit more fuzzy..
at some point i remember trying to find something that was hidden behind the couch and feeling a strange sensation. when i lifted my hand i realized that sensation was glass slicing my finger open. "oh, shit!" blood was dripping on the floor. i began to feel woozy. my hippy friend helped me into the bathroom and bandaged my hand while i prayed to porcelain god a bit. "oh, yeah, man..i forgot to tell you about that broken slide back there". things get better after that. more binger hits and music ensue. we sit in psychedelic bliss for an indefinite amount of time..
until the shrill shreik of his mom's voice pulls us back to reality (well, sorta). "it's midnight, and you know what that means--everybody out!" we were pissed. more importantly, we were peaking. our friend tried to bargain with his mother but she wasn't having it. i think she knew something was up, though i'm not sure how as you can never really tell whether that hippy is high. that was it. we had no choice but to leave. i then try and gather my shit. when i go upstairs, my other friend is talking to the kid's mom! standing in the shadows (a feeble attempt to hide saucer eyes), she was half-mumbling and sounded faded. everyone was clearly freaking out. how did his mom not notice?! or did she?
as if things couldn't get any worse, we discover that a blizzard had fallen since we arrived and my car was literally entombed in a good 2 feet of snow. "what the FUCK?!" - now we really had a problem. how in the hell were we going to leave now? we tried to explain the severity of the situation, but my friend's mom just wouldn't allow us to stay. by this time nearly an hour had passed, though we didn't notice.
out of nowhere my hippy friend is now riding out of the garage on a huge mobile snowblower. "i'll dig your car out, man!" he shouted between giggles. to be honest, we were kinda freaked out. who would trust this kid with one of those things, even sober? besides that, there was so much snow, you couldn't tell where to driveways and sidewalks were..
after a few surreal minutes, the car was free (to our surprise). well, it was time to drive. the snow was the compacting type, but still packed some weight. the roads all around us at 1am were completely snowed in. our destination was only about a mile away, down a long, straight road.. but after driving a few feet, things seemed impossible. we were in some sort of boat-car, skimming a sea of whiteness.
when i turned onto the main road, i thanked jebus that no one else was driving. it was completely white, with the only point of reference being the traffic lights and a few tread marks from other night drivers. the lights were more of a nuisance than a help, considering our state at the time. cars parked and submerged in snow seemed to be moving, dancing, and impossibly drifting horizontally across all four lanes of traffic. i remember my friend saying something about sailing the seas.. all too apt for the movie-like situation. i turned on my brights in hopes of increasing visibility, but all it did was accentuate the rapidly falling cotton-like snowflakes, making it harder to focus on the road. "what the fuck is happening, dude?" it felt like we were on some impossible quest.
skidding, sliding, trudging through the sea, we finally find ourselves in my driveway. "ahh, yes. now we could sleep." how wrong we were. it took a good 6-7 hours for that to happen, as all the sounds of the world were audible.
fucked if that ever happens again.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
i *think* i got away with it.
