smokin8balll420trip
Bluelighter
Okay, this trip report is not dirrectly about me, but I was there and watched it first hand, happening to one of my best friends.
I arrived at the party at the 420 house along with a couple of friends. I knew almost everyone at the party and Jesse, Shelton, and Matt were all tripping shrooms. I could tell by looking that Shelton and Matt were pretty fucked up. They were just sitting on the couch inside the house, laughing at nothing in particular and looking around the room.
I went back outside and there was Jesse. Now before I go any farther, I should explain that I wasn't exactly in a "normal" state of mind either. I was tweaking really hard from having just done about a gram of speed right before I arrived at the party.
Anyway, so Jesse walked up to me and asked me if I still wanted to get some shrooms. I told him I did, but my friend Michael was probably getting me some the next day. Then he repeated, "No, do you want me to get you shrooms?" I repeated my answer, trying to figure out how hard that was for him to understand. Maybe it was just me, tweaking too hard.
Then much to my surprise, Jesse said, "You hate me don't you. You hate me cos I won't get you shrooms."
"No, of course I don't hate you. You're my friend," I told him.
"No, you hate me," he insisted. "Everyone hate's me cos I won't get them shrooms. Well, I'll get you some shrooms tomarrow! Will that make you happy?"
"Sure," I said, "But I'm still your friend whether you get shrooms for me or not."
Our conversation continued once we went inside and Jesse sat down on the couch, scaredly ducking behind his long blond hair. Now he said that everyone at the party wanted to kill him. "You brought me here so you could kill me," he accused us.
"Listen," another friend, Chance, told him. "You're tripping. This should be a HAPPY time. Be HAPPY!"
"What? You want me to be happy that you're going to kill me?" Jesse asked.
"Look," Chance said. "I don't want to kill you. Here, you can kill ME if you want." He handed his 10-inch knife to Jesse.
Jesse sat there holding the knife, eyeing us all suspiciously. Then he said he was going to call the cops and picked up the phone. I was about ready to take off and just leave the party if he did that. I had almost an 8-ball of speed in my pocket. Somebody grabbed the phone away from him. Then Jesse told us that he hated himself because he smoked too much pot. Hmmm.
Then he said he was going home so jumped out and ran towards his car. We knew he shouldn't be driving so somebody grabbed his keys. However, his old junky car starts without keys. He jumped in and started backing out the driveway. Chance and James jumped in while the car was in reverse. Chance grabbed Jesse while James through the car in park.
Jesse jumped out of the car and took of running down the road with the large knife in his hand. Three of the guys chased after him, but he had a good head start and they couldn't catch him and then they lost him completely.
AN HOUR LATER
By now I was back home at my appartment with about 6 friends. There was a knock on the door and it was Zak. He said that Jesse was in the grocery store parking lot in the middle of town and we needed to go rescue him. Zak had got the knife away after Jesse tried to stab him with it.
We ran out to our cars and headed over to the grocery store in about 3 cars. However, the cops got there just ahead of us and we saw Jesse laying face-down on the ground in hand-cuffs and one of the cops was kicking him.
We all felt horrible for Jesse and went back to my appartment. We stayed up tweaking all night and had fun except that we really were worried for Jesse.
The next morning though, Jesse came over to our appartment and he was okay. We were so relieved. He couldn't remember being in the parking lot at all. He just remembered taking off with the knife and next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital. He said the doctor was really nice and had told him, "Now I'm not saying you should quit drugs and partying--I did plenty of that when I was young--but take it easy, son." LOL! Anyway, I was just glad Jesse was alright and didn't go to jail or anything.
[ 13 November 2002: Message edited by: smokin8balll420trip ]
I arrived at the party at the 420 house along with a couple of friends. I knew almost everyone at the party and Jesse, Shelton, and Matt were all tripping shrooms. I could tell by looking that Shelton and Matt were pretty fucked up. They were just sitting on the couch inside the house, laughing at nothing in particular and looking around the room.
I went back outside and there was Jesse. Now before I go any farther, I should explain that I wasn't exactly in a "normal" state of mind either. I was tweaking really hard from having just done about a gram of speed right before I arrived at the party.
Anyway, so Jesse walked up to me and asked me if I still wanted to get some shrooms. I told him I did, but my friend Michael was probably getting me some the next day. Then he repeated, "No, do you want me to get you shrooms?" I repeated my answer, trying to figure out how hard that was for him to understand. Maybe it was just me, tweaking too hard.
Then much to my surprise, Jesse said, "You hate me don't you. You hate me cos I won't get you shrooms."
"No, of course I don't hate you. You're my friend," I told him.
"No, you hate me," he insisted. "Everyone hate's me cos I won't get them shrooms. Well, I'll get you some shrooms tomarrow! Will that make you happy?"
"Sure," I said, "But I'm still your friend whether you get shrooms for me or not."
Our conversation continued once we went inside and Jesse sat down on the couch, scaredly ducking behind his long blond hair. Now he said that everyone at the party wanted to kill him. "You brought me here so you could kill me," he accused us.
"Listen," another friend, Chance, told him. "You're tripping. This should be a HAPPY time. Be HAPPY!"
"What? You want me to be happy that you're going to kill me?" Jesse asked.
"Look," Chance said. "I don't want to kill you. Here, you can kill ME if you want." He handed his 10-inch knife to Jesse.
Jesse sat there holding the knife, eyeing us all suspiciously. Then he said he was going to call the cops and picked up the phone. I was about ready to take off and just leave the party if he did that. I had almost an 8-ball of speed in my pocket. Somebody grabbed the phone away from him. Then Jesse told us that he hated himself because he smoked too much pot. Hmmm.
Then he said he was going home so jumped out and ran towards his car. We knew he shouldn't be driving so somebody grabbed his keys. However, his old junky car starts without keys. He jumped in and started backing out the driveway. Chance and James jumped in while the car was in reverse. Chance grabbed Jesse while James through the car in park.
Jesse jumped out of the car and took of running down the road with the large knife in his hand. Three of the guys chased after him, but he had a good head start and they couldn't catch him and then they lost him completely.
AN HOUR LATER
By now I was back home at my appartment with about 6 friends. There was a knock on the door and it was Zak. He said that Jesse was in the grocery store parking lot in the middle of town and we needed to go rescue him. Zak had got the knife away after Jesse tried to stab him with it.
We ran out to our cars and headed over to the grocery store in about 3 cars. However, the cops got there just ahead of us and we saw Jesse laying face-down on the ground in hand-cuffs and one of the cops was kicking him.
We all felt horrible for Jesse and went back to my appartment. We stayed up tweaking all night and had fun except that we really were worried for Jesse.
The next morning though, Jesse came over to our appartment and he was okay. We were so relieved. He couldn't remember being in the parking lot at all. He just remembered taking off with the knife and next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital. He said the doctor was really nice and had told him, "Now I'm not saying you should quit drugs and partying--I did plenty of that when I was young--but take it easy, son." LOL! Anyway, I was just glad Jesse was alright and didn't go to jail or anything.
[ 13 November 2002: Message edited by: smokin8balll420trip ]
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