iPKNHRD
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About a two years ago me and my mate dropped some acid in the city, we had some pretty lethal tabs and I ended up having a bad trip, my mate had a smile on his face the whole night but that's just him, he also wasn't talking much so I just assumed that he was on the same level as me.
So we end up calling it a night and jump on the last bus out of the city towards our area, I became nauseated and instantly felt sick, me and him ended up getting off the bus so I could vomit, leaving us stranded because we had no money. So we are walking up the main road back towards the city tripping off our faces trying to figure out what to do, I then say f*ck it and I pull over a cab, jump in and tell him where to go. He didn't kick us out and I'm pretty sure he knew that I was f*cked.
So we arrive into the area and I jump out of the cab and walk about 1 meter before sitting down on the cerb, my mate then jumps out and sits by me, the cabbie didin't say anything and kindly drove off, good bloke.
So I'm sitting there trying to deal with the intensity of the trip, this was about 5 hours in.
When all of a sudden a small hatchback pulls up, not beside us but about 5 meters form where we were sitting, so anyway about 5 or 6 people jump out of the car talking loudly and I was like w*t*f because the cad looked so tiny and had so many people gotten out of it.
They then proceed to walk to a flat and the owner of the car stays behind, he closes all the doors which had been left opened then opens the front door again then closes it. He then proceeds to the back door opens it, dose something then closes it, he then proceeds to the other door, opens it and closes it, then went around to the boot, opened it and closed it. Now this went on for at least 5 minutes of him just opening and closing doors.
After he was done opening and closing the doors which was particularly loud at 3.AM he walked inside, me and my mate were just too out of it to say anything, I was facepalming myself because I was so tired. This situation was very hard to take seriously under the influence of acid.
He then comes back about a minute later and starts opening and closing the doors again, he goes to the back door, opens it and closes it. I raise my head because I'm like w*t*f, why is this guy opening and closing doors so much? He then starts to open and close more doors, this time leaving about a 30 second interval between each open and close. Me and my mate start cacking it quietly, as he starts to open and re close all the doors on the car, this went on for about another 5 minutes, just him opening and closing doors of his tiny hatchback. I started to get angry because I realized that this shouldn't be accepted under any circumstance. After him finally opening and closing the boot for the last time, me and my mate look at each other and realize that it's time to go home. True story and not exaggerated at all.
So we end up calling it a night and jump on the last bus out of the city towards our area, I became nauseated and instantly felt sick, me and him ended up getting off the bus so I could vomit, leaving us stranded because we had no money. So we are walking up the main road back towards the city tripping off our faces trying to figure out what to do, I then say f*ck it and I pull over a cab, jump in and tell him where to go. He didn't kick us out and I'm pretty sure he knew that I was f*cked.
So we arrive into the area and I jump out of the cab and walk about 1 meter before sitting down on the cerb, my mate then jumps out and sits by me, the cabbie didin't say anything and kindly drove off, good bloke.
So I'm sitting there trying to deal with the intensity of the trip, this was about 5 hours in.
When all of a sudden a small hatchback pulls up, not beside us but about 5 meters form where we were sitting, so anyway about 5 or 6 people jump out of the car talking loudly and I was like w*t*f because the cad looked so tiny and had so many people gotten out of it.
They then proceed to walk to a flat and the owner of the car stays behind, he closes all the doors which had been left opened then opens the front door again then closes it. He then proceeds to the back door opens it, dose something then closes it, he then proceeds to the other door, opens it and closes it, then went around to the boot, opened it and closed it. Now this went on for at least 5 minutes of him just opening and closing doors.
After he was done opening and closing the doors which was particularly loud at 3.AM he walked inside, me and my mate were just too out of it to say anything, I was facepalming myself because I was so tired. This situation was very hard to take seriously under the influence of acid.
He then comes back about a minute later and starts opening and closing the doors again, he goes to the back door, opens it and closes it. I raise my head because I'm like w*t*f, why is this guy opening and closing doors so much? He then starts to open and close more doors, this time leaving about a 30 second interval between each open and close. Me and my mate start cacking it quietly, as he starts to open and re close all the doors on the car, this went on for about another 5 minutes, just him opening and closing doors of his tiny hatchback. I started to get angry because I realized that this shouldn't be accepted under any circumstance. After him finally opening and closing the boot for the last time, me and my mate look at each other and realize that it's time to go home. True story and not exaggerated at all.
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