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Re: this shit only happens to me, i swear..
| quote: | Originally posted by {b.s.e.}
hehehe yes, it's that time again. time for another crazy ass tale from me, bse.
so what happened to me this weekend. well, it started off simply enough; we went to Soundclash in Tdot. it was a great time, my friend weaseled his parent's van from them for the night so we could bring 7 of us. my friend marc brough a few vials of good old special k and was being rather generous on the way up with his bumps. i was pretty zoned out by the time we hit eglington and none of us knew how to find the venue. finally we did.  so yeah, the party's pretty hype, i did half a pill with my lady-friend and i thought that was going to be the pinnicle of my night. no.  marc comes up to me and asks me if i want some acid (did anyone else just hear an omenous bassline?) and my answer, of course is "yes."
i purchase 4 hits, 2 for me and 2 for my friend alex (yes, i did contemplate taking all 4) and i wait for the cruel grasp of LSD to take hold of my mind.
this stuff was wild.  i first noticed the marble pattern on the bartop was rippling about 30 minutes after i dropped. soon i was high. i can't really remember what it was like getting high.. i just was. the place was packed, probably 3500 people there, so there was potential for a bad trip definately, luckily, there wasn't one and i was tripping like a fool.  now, i did the acid at about 2:30. 4:00 rolls around and my friend tells me that we're leaving. WHat?? yeah, right. like i want to drive home on acid. but i was the only one on it that was coming, so i had no backup. we left for london.. supposedly.
my friend dan's advice was to take the QEW all the way home, then he went to sleep.. like everyone else. i started to wonder about our whereabouts when i saw signs for niagara falls and fort erie. but, being on acid, i didn't really question it, and just let my friend drive. well.. we ended up at the duty free station just outside of buffalo a while later. 
we make a u-turn into the 'return to canada' lane and have to go through customs. my friends are now shitting themselves, because there is a 2 oz bag of weed under the driver's seat and a digital scale in the glovebox. ouch. not to mention that the co-pilot (me) is trying not to lose his cool on his acid and is biting his tongue so he doesn't start laughing. arg.
anyway.. that was my saturday.  |
you should publish a monthly mag called "aw fuck, again?"
hehe
-juno
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