sorry for the random ass bump but I stumbled across this thread and it was like a key got opened up in my brain about an event I almost forgot happened at all during the second time I took LSD ever.
I was with my two friends (all of us 18 yrs old) and my friend's cousin (she was like 24 I think, idk wasn't a huge fan tbh kinda a buzzkill but w/e) and we were walking to this gas station to get cigs and drinks and we decided to cut across this tiny stretch of a golf course to save some time. It was probably like a football field in total length that we cut across and we weren't interfering with anyone playing golf because it was like 7:30 at night on a summer weekday, but as luck would have it, this grounds crew kid on a golf cart happened to be cruising through the same area as we were crossing.
Now, let me preface this by saying my friend was not exactly the most emotionally calm person. He had a slight habit of taking things the wrong way especially about personal shit and it wasn't usually a problem but I think the LSD was messing with his head especially hard.
So anyway, the kid drives up to us just mean mugging the whole way and stops the cart about 5 feet away and just goes "you guys have to get off"
Ok, perfectly reasonable reaction right? Just doing his job, and we were already closer to the side we were heading for so no complaints from me really right?
Except my friend either didnt hear him properly or just wanted to stir shit and goes "WHAT?!"
and grips the kid (I keep saying "the kid" he must have been at least 20 tbh) up by his shirt collar just going "what did you just say?" over and over again.
me and my other friend are just standing there tripping face trying to figure out wtf is going on and the kid on the cart actually was pretty calm about it now that I think about it.
So it takes me like 2 seconds to fully process what is about to happen (assault charges on private property while we are on LSD, good times right?) and me and the other kid just grab my friend and start yelling at him to calm the fuck down and lets' just go get cigs and shit damn bro. You know, those kinds of comments.
So now we're just walking away and I look back and I see the kid whip out his cell phone (black motorola razr, remember that shit like it was yesterday) and start dialing something and it didnt seem like a lot of numbers so I was just like "yo, we gotta make moves NOW" and we all just start sprinting away towards the gas station and we get like halfway there but we ran out of breath (potheads man lol) so we take a breather behind this little bush thingy and my angry friend is just sitting there smoking a cig (the irony...) and kept going "I can't believe he fucking said that man, why did you guys break that up".
and im just like "dude, wtf do you expect him to say that's his job"
and he's like "dude he told my cousin he wanted her to get on"
implying that he was under the impression the golf cart dude was trying to scoop up his cousin
and the rest of us are just sitting there like did this dude really just do all that over misunderstanding one word?
so after we all explain what really just happened we all calm down a bit and resume walking to the gas station. I had honestly already forgotten about the cell phone thing (yet can remember it like it was yesterday now, wtf acid?) and it was probably for the best because I don't think the kid called the cops at all.
But anyway, as were walking down this pretty busy road with limited walking space (and it's gotten somewhat dark by now, dark enough to mess with your vision) there's this fucking disheveled looking guy in his early-mid 50s walking towards us on the same side of the road wearing a suit and dress pants but totally ragged looking like it looked like he just walked through a construction site or something. And his hair was like all over the place, think Doc Brown but slightly shorter in length, and he just had this thousand yard stare going on directly at us.
The weirdest part though? He was holding a perfectly brand new and shiny steel briefcase in his hand and it was just an odd sight compared to the condition of his clothing.
So we're about 50 yards from this guy and my one friend says seriously one of the funniest things I've ever heard in my life as we're almost within talking distance of the guy when he goes
"hey Chris try not to punch this guy ok?"
seriously fucking lost it and couldn't keep it under control as we walked past the creeper briefcase guy and he didnt even bat an eye.
And to top it all off, we're within eyesight of the gas station and I look down the street and there's a pizza delivery car parked in front of a house and the door opens and I shit you not, a freaking midget with a limp gets out with 4 pizza boxes and is struggling to get to the front door. Right as he's about to finally make it there a group of little kids who must have lived in the house or something come running around front and start jumping up and down around the poor guy yelling "pizza's here! pizza's here!"
and I'm just watching this thinking, am I tripping hard right now or has this been the weirdest hour of my life wtf lol
rest of the trip was pretty smooth though
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Talking, yelling, and especially singing feel great also... the vibrations reverberate through your whole body. Climbing is great too. As is running. On some things, especially something like mescaline, I get the "warrior's gait" and can run with effortless, slow, long strides, where I feel as if I could run forever.
