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I'm here today to tell my tale to the world. This was exactly a week
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ago today (Nov. 17). Don't let this dicourage you from trying frying,
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though. It's still the best thing in the world...
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FRYDAY...
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My little tripper girl (TG) called me at about midnight told me to
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come take a litte trip at a park by her house. I, being only 14, have
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no way to get to this park. I know this is only a minor setback and I
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tell her that I would be there in about an hour. I really didn't care
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about punishment that night. I still don't. After smoking all the bud
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I had, I hop on my bike and make it there by 1:15 (12 miles isn't
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really that far when you have something to look forward to. I lean my
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bike against a nearby house (stupid move) and walk through a swamp
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(really stupid move). I really have no idea where I'm going. I can
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hear people talking and laughing; I head that direction. There were
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about 20 people there, all fryed (yes, I mean fryed, not fried) out
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of their minds. I only knew a few of them, but I found TG and got
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some doses (I thought I got 3, but I'll explain that later). I
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started noticing tracers within 15 minutes, and I figured I was in
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for a good time. I sat and listened to KMFDM on my walkman and
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started feeling my stomach churn. Everyone wanted cigarrettes, but no
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one had any. I figured now would not be the time to have a smoke.
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After about a half hour I was seeing hardcore tracers. I had to
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have a smoke. It took me about ten minutes to stop staring at the
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flame on my lighter. Lighters are so fun to just play with. The group
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split in two directions so there were only about 8 of us now. We
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started walking down the path, going deeper into the park. I had no
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idea where the hell I was, but it was cool. I heard someone metion
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the "circle of trees." Me and TG lagged behind the others, trippin
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with each other. Walking finally got to be too much to handle, so I
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layed down on the path and stared at the midnight purple sky. The
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clouds were covering the entire sky and the light of the moon was
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just barely peeking around the billowed cloud edges. I couldn't see
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them splitting apart, but something just as good. I would stare at a
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section of the clouds, and a hole would open up in the middle of them.
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I would stare at another part, and another hole would emerge. Then
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the clouds would return to cover up the blank spots. I just sat with
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TG on my lap, staring at the sky. I probably would have spent the
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whole time there, but TG noticed that she had blood all over her hand.
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I'm not sure if it was really there or not cause by now I was really
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trippin. We stood there for a while, staring at the blood running
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down her hand. It was really cool to watch. We caught up with the
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group and she kept saying "I'm bleeding, like, bleeding. But my hand
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is bleeding too. That's really wierd." Indeed. We walked for what
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seemed like an hour (probably only 5 minutes, but I don't know) and
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kept trying to find this damn "circle of trees." I guess we got there
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and everyone was sitting just staring at stuff. I had to sit again.
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The trees were driving me insane. The branches and leaves were making
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a dome over us, and I could see bits of the sky through the millons
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of leaves. We sat there for a while and someone came with another
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smoke. Wow, what a god. We must have sat there for a couple hours.
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Then everyone started to leave...
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I had no idea where I was, and no idea how to get home. I didn't
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know where they were going. I figured (in my fucked up state) that
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they didn't want to be around me. I am always thinking that people
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are thinking that. I told them to just leave me there, and that I was
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going to go to sleep (yeah, right). They just left me in the middle
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of this park. I guess it's my own fault. But now here's where the
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trouble starts...
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I guess I just sat there for a while. When I got up, I didn't
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remember being there. I didn't remember being with anyone. All I knew
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is that I was wet and cold and lost. I just started walking. I
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remember coming to a house, but I didn't realize it was a house. I
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know now, after being there sober, that I was on someone's back porch.
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I kept trying to climb into people's porch lights. I think I wanted
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to be warm. I got to a neighborhood and started running around. I was
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trying to get warm and I was running from door to door, trying to get
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inside. This was about 3:30 in the morning. I knocked on one guy's
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door (my friends told me this the next day, I don't remember any of
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it happening) and he came to the door, groggy and tired. He asked me
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what I wanted, and I told him I wanted to lay down. He then asked who
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I was and where I was supposed to be. I didn't know. I walked away
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and jumped on top of his truck. I remember this part. He started
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chasing after me and I ran as fast as I could. I got to another group
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of houses and stared freaking out I was really cold and wanted to get
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away from it. I decided that my clothes were to blame, so I took them
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off. Everything. I stripped myself naked and was running around
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screaming that I was nothing. I wasn't being seen or heard. No one
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cared. I felt like I was the only one left on the earth. This was
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real bad, cause with no one left, I could do what I wanted. I just
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kept running from house to house trying to climb into the porch
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lights, tearing a couple of them off in the process. I finally came
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to a house that was unlocked. NOT GOOD! I walked in and layed down on
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the couch. I didn't know I was naked yet. The people came in the room
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and called the police. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't care.
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I was getting warm and that's all that mattered. They told me to
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just lie there and cover up, I still didn't know I was naked, so I
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got up and started pressing 666...666...666 etc. on their alarm
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console. They told me to lie down again, so I did. That's all I
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remember until the ambulance came and took me to the hospital. I
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thought they were taking me to hell, and I don't even believe in that
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bullshit. I ended up in the hospital telling them that I needed
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insulin. I have no idea why I said that. I could have died from that.
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They gave me sedatives and a big blanket and my dad came with clothes.
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I THEN realized I was naked, and I still didn't really care. I had
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to go back to the neighborhood that day and find my clothes. I still
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don't have my bike back. I was told later that I had taken 6 doses
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instead of 3. I had never taken 6 before, and I think that's what
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fucked me up. I now have to pay a $400 ambulance bill and $100 to fix
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one guy's porch light. I have now, on my record, being under the
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influence of one of the world's most potent substances. I am truly
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proud.
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The moral to the stroy is. Never take a trip in a place you've never
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been. Never take a trip alone, Never take more than you can handle. I
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didn't tell this story to scare people away from LSD. I would never
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say that LSD is bad. I already am thinking about when I will fry
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again. LSD is good. LSD is very good. Just don't go too insane, or
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you could wind up on a strangers couch, naked at 5 in the morning. My
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tale is complete. I just had the urge too let people know what
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happened. It feels good to get it out.
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HAPPY TRIPPING
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---Anonymous
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