fractal fountain
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So I've been thinking about an event that happened two months ago in which I tripped with a couple of dudes. There were a lot of mistakes on the way and a lot of stupid bullshit that went on. I don't think I can ever trust them again, but I keep going back to the moment and wanting to shout at them that I'm never going to fuck around with them again.
Here's what happened
In late july, a couple of guys rode up to my house and asked to trip with them. I provide them with the psychedelics. One of them said there would be plenty of weed and I wouldn't have to pay anything for gas, so I went along with it.
we go down to the other county and they pay for gas a couple times, then they ask me to pay 10 bucks for gas. I told them that I had only 40 bucks left in my account, so I'd like to keep the spending low.
One of them saw me enter my PIN and memorized the number (I hadn't realized until a few days later)
So after paying for gas, we go bullshit around and drive around the whole county because one of the guys is drunk and too fucked up to give appropriate directions, so we basically drive in a big long circle wasting gas. Then we stop off near a church surrounded by woods and they nearly get in a physical fight, they argue for a bit, one of the guys throws off his shirt and asks the drunk if he wants to fight. I'm getting bad vibes here.
Then things cool down and we drive around to some dude's and wait a long time (we were planning on tripping at this guy's house. But the major stupid detail is that he was at work until midnight), so we were waiting several hours for him to show up, but we left the place at 10pm to go trip at one of the guy's houses, getting fed up with how long we had to wait.
We arrive at the guys house and I'm tripping really hard atthis point (having dosed 2 hours prior) and they ask me to climb some stairs. I'm tripping so hard that I stumble and go limp, not being able to get up and climb the stairs, so they pick me up and carry me up the stairs. After a little bit, I throw up, I had asked for a bucket to throw up in, but they didn't provide one until I was already puking.
They then claimed to have dosed the 2C-E and after a few hours, they passed out. I suspect that they actually didn't dose anything and were just fucking around since it was so late. I ride out the trip and then sleep soundly... Next morning
I wake up, we start to leave, I'm a little suspicious that we didn't go to the gas station because the driver said that the truck was almost out of gas the night before. I pay no mind to it and arrive home and relax.
A few days later, I go to my bank and see that they used my debit card to pay 15 bucks for gas, without bothering to ask me. I get mad, message this guy about how a lot of things went wrong over the trip and he says "Okay... You don't have to jump down my throat about it. Things didn't work out and my truck is an 18 cylinder and your house is 100 miles away from mine (exaggeration, more like 40 round trip)
I'm pissed off that they fucked with me and destroyed my trust even though I was basically giving them psys for free as a courtesy.
I've been thinking about the whole ordeal a lot, and I'm glad that I'm not dealing with them anymore. Too many sketchy vibes.
Here's what happened
In late july, a couple of guys rode up to my house and asked to trip with them. I provide them with the psychedelics. One of them said there would be plenty of weed and I wouldn't have to pay anything for gas, so I went along with it.
we go down to the other county and they pay for gas a couple times, then they ask me to pay 10 bucks for gas. I told them that I had only 40 bucks left in my account, so I'd like to keep the spending low.
One of them saw me enter my PIN and memorized the number (I hadn't realized until a few days later)
So after paying for gas, we go bullshit around and drive around the whole county because one of the guys is drunk and too fucked up to give appropriate directions, so we basically drive in a big long circle wasting gas. Then we stop off near a church surrounded by woods and they nearly get in a physical fight, they argue for a bit, one of the guys throws off his shirt and asks the drunk if he wants to fight. I'm getting bad vibes here.
Then things cool down and we drive around to some dude's and wait a long time (we were planning on tripping at this guy's house. But the major stupid detail is that he was at work until midnight), so we were waiting several hours for him to show up, but we left the place at 10pm to go trip at one of the guy's houses, getting fed up with how long we had to wait.
We arrive at the guys house and I'm tripping really hard atthis point (having dosed 2 hours prior) and they ask me to climb some stairs. I'm tripping so hard that I stumble and go limp, not being able to get up and climb the stairs, so they pick me up and carry me up the stairs. After a little bit, I throw up, I had asked for a bucket to throw up in, but they didn't provide one until I was already puking.
They then claimed to have dosed the 2C-E and after a few hours, they passed out. I suspect that they actually didn't dose anything and were just fucking around since it was so late. I ride out the trip and then sleep soundly... Next morning
I wake up, we start to leave, I'm a little suspicious that we didn't go to the gas station because the driver said that the truck was almost out of gas the night before. I pay no mind to it and arrive home and relax.
A few days later, I go to my bank and see that they used my debit card to pay 15 bucks for gas, without bothering to ask me. I get mad, message this guy about how a lot of things went wrong over the trip and he says "Okay... You don't have to jump down my throat about it. Things didn't work out and my truck is an 18 cylinder and your house is 100 miles away from mine (exaggeration, more like 40 round trip)
I'm pissed off that they fucked with me and destroyed my trust even though I was basically giving them psys for free as a courtesy.
I've been thinking about the whole ordeal a lot, and I'm glad that I'm not dealing with them anymore. Too many sketchy vibes.
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