The night before this past Thanksgiving me and 2 buddies grab some acid. We were pretty excited since acid is rare around here. After a couple hours we come to the conclusion that its weak acid. We had the body high, and minor trails going but it was a disapointment. We start talking about drugs, mainly heroin. I knew a good spot to get some in the ghetto, so we start to head out. We get to the spot and i get out of the car and walk to the street. When i get there, the acid begins to take hold. The street is empty, no dealers are out at 3:30 am in the snow the night before thanksgiving it seems. A "thug'ish" type of character come up to me as i walk back to the car. I ask him where to score the stamps. He's like "follow me". Keep in mind im a white kid, tripping on acid in the ghetto. I see cops everywhere and start to freak. The guy tells me to chill and pay no attention to them, and we get to his street where he asks his boys if they got shit for sale. They dont. My new friend then tells me to go up a few blocks, where he knows shit is around. I give the guy 5 bucks for his information. I get back to the car and tell my friend where to go. We get to the area and see a crackhead walking around. I get out and ask him where to score, and he leads me a block away to a really shady street with dealers on all the corners. A dealer comes up and starts asking me questions cause he never seen me before. "what color are the bags" "do you shoot" "do i have a pipe" I become scared for my life at this point as i become surrounded by thugs. I tell him im just looking for dope, and the dealer tells me he only got rocks, and thats what im buying. A cop car is seen by a lookout so we dip into a ally. He asks again if i have a crackpipe, i say no. The crackhead who lead me there of course had one and pulled it out. The dealer puts a rock in and puts it to my mouth and lights it. I've smoked coke before but never crack, so i kinda figured it would be the same effect. It wasnt. A rush comes over me and the visuals become intense. I give the dealer 50 bucks and he gives me back 9 rocks. I tell the crackhead to escort me back to my car, and he does so. I give him one rock for his work and refuse to give him more after he begins to beg. I get in the car, high as fuck and still trying to process what just happened. One of my friends isnt there, i ask where he is and the driver says he went looking for me. So now i freak cause im tweaked, tripping, in the ghetto and missing a person. After a few minutes we see my friend, and get out of the area. I told them i bought crack, and they seemed ok with it, its better to come back with something rather than getting robbed. We ignore the idea of going to a gas station to get a pipe, which we later regret. We got back to the house, and smoked using aluminum foil and a straw, a huge waste. Stay up for a hour and crash. The next day we agreed crack is the dumbest drug in the world. I remember saying on the way down to pick up stamps that the acid wasnt working well, my friend replied "If it wasnt working do you really think we would be doing this right now sober"