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From: Tainted Torture
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This last weekend, my friend Vik's parents went away, so me, him, and one other kid
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decided to drop some acid and bug out all night...we had 3 tabs of some decent acid,
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and one tab some some super-duper A++ shit that i scored the week before, so me and
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my friend Vik split the strong shit and the other kid, Kiran took one of the other
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tabs...What i didnt know was that this jock-type kid was coming over to sleep there
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for the night for some reason...After about an hour, Kiran was off in Dimension X,
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while me and Vik were just getting jittery, which we later dubbed "Half-tab
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Syndrome"...Then jock-boy came over with two quarts of beer for himself, acting like
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some kind of fucking ebast parading around with the bottles...By this time, we were
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starting to beam pretty hard, and the trippy thoughts were rampaging through my
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head...needless to say, the all too common spectacle of the dumb jock running around
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with his beer was pissing me off...Then i asked him if he wanted a tab...He said we
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wouldn't take it, but if we slipped one in his beer, he wouldn't
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complain...Jesus...how much more obvious can one make it that you want to try it but
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are too scared...After another half hour or so, me and Vik were well into the trip,
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giggling like little kids and checking out the aztecian patterns in the grass...When
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we went back into his room, we saw a buzzed jock-boy slobbering over a porno...This
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set us off, and for about 20 minutes we were making jokes and laughing at the
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intensity that the jock was staring at the magazine...Then, as i was walking into
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the kitchen, mr. jock tackled me and put me into a wrestling hold...Now this was to
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him all in fun, because we have been friends for many years...But it is not the best
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thing to do to a tripping person...he stayed on me for a few minutes, and then
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looked down and smiled a full-toothed grin at me...Yikes...his mouth looked about 6"
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big and full of fangs...So i promptly freaked out...He stayed there, watching my
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other two friends telling him to get the fuck off of me...and then, with his alcohol
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addled brain, he turns to me and asks what my friend just said...AS IF I COULD
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FUCKING HEAR HIM...It became clear to me how evil alcohol really is...Eventually,
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Kiran took his beer and started drinking it, causing him to get up off of me and
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hops on top of him...Eventually jock-boy leaves to try to fuck some girl, taking all
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of the respect i had for him with him on the way out...After he left, it had been
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about four hours and we were all coming off of our peaks, so me and kiran split a
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tab, and the fun began...after it hit, we slipped on the Download cd, and listened
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to a song or two on his parents stereo...I have never heard such beauty and depth in
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music in my entire life...it was a religious experience...Then we went for a walk
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around the block, because it was fairly chilly out, and all 3 of us enjoyed the
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chilly weather while tripping...we glanced over at some trees in the park across the
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canal from the neighborhood, and the trees slowly danced in the wind, transforming
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into various animals that played and barked in the sky...Going back into the house,
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we decided to go off on the music scene, me playing my trance cds on the big stereo,
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Vik playing some rock on his stereo, and Kiran putting some ambient stuff on Vik's
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sister's stereo...It was amazing, walking through the house and hearing various
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music with the rooms...After a few hours, jock-o came back, disappointed, because he
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didn't get any "nookie"...Aww...poor guy...So he promptly crashed on the couch and
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began snoring...around this time, me and vik decided to go into the park by his
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house and check out the trees on the nature trail...Trees are evil...I had the
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scariest experience of my life walking through the forest...The ferns seemed to be
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huge, evil insects reaching out to eat me...We rounded a corner that usually had two
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rocks through which you could see vik's house, but that night, something big had
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fallen there...and i mean BIG...i flicked my lighter to investigate the mess, and i
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saw i huge mass of plant matter, which turned into writhing, chattering insectile
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creatures, some of which appeared to jump at me and Vik...We ran the hell out of
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there and walked around a bit for an hour or so to calm down and talk about the
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experience...Walking back into the house, we checked his mailbox, and found two
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boxes of cds...It was perfect...They were all nice, chilled out cds...Perfect for
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coming down, so we finished up a cheech & chong movie we had been watching earlier
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that night...A really bad one, at that, but Timothy Leary was in it, so it was worth
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the $3.50...We took some benadryl, and slipped on Orbvs Terrarivm, one of the cds in
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the mail and drifted off into a peaceful sleep...All in all a good night..
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R.I.P. - ... August 1995.
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