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Comment by iamawerewolf on March 16, 2009 at 6:09am

one time in gg park i was fed a few tabs and my day was going well until dusk hit and i swore gangsters and pirates were after me in a pot/money/human trade off to clear some park debts. trying desperately to make my way out of the dripping dark park and on to the bright glare that is haight street. i hope of some since of normalcy and dare i say it, white-wash? wrong. christians singing at the top of their lungs hallelujah with guitars and accordions, feeding us our weekly dose of pizza pizza, hot dogs & hot cocoa. i had forgotten, it was jesus wiener friday.. thaaaats.. normal? quickly. make you way across the street towards... mcdonalds? before they spot you and force their religion and crappy fleece blankets n fresh socks on you. stop in mcdonalds for a double cheese burger and lg. sweet tea? eat man?! at a time like this?! WE ARE BEING FOLLOWED!! we must keep moving! i can see those who want to force me into their van and force me to preform unspeakable acts for personal pleasure!.. we must make it to the broken down cavalier parked on shradder. home base. ... the rest of the night was to spent in the shell of a car that once was, my crew and i got no sleep.
days later, i proceeded to consume even more lsd and drown in a plastic wave leaping off a sponge-like surface running from disappearing-reappearing cops. it was aight.

Comment by i hate hippys on March 12, 2009 at 7:15am

one of my best trips was about 3 months ago i went to a metal club wiv a few of my mates. and as usual ive got some happy little pieces of paper in my poket.
i droped the first 2 tabs at about half 8 and they dident start taking affect after the hour was up so i decided to drop 2 more thinkin the was weak.
i was wrong about 10 mins after it hit me like a train. i looked up at the celing and it was all droopy and watery i loved it. acording to my mate i was stood on the dance floor starin at the celin whilst people was dancing around me.
i went up to the bar with my mate mikey to buy a pint i got the money out and just started laughin at the bar man i coulden order anything coz i couldent say anything. as the night progresed i started to feel a bit weird i was attempting to dance. a bunch of lads was yelling some thing but i couldent under stand wot they was saying i felt nervus a bit shakey. i looked on the floor and i saw a guy just laying there with blood all over his face. i looked at my hands and they was coverd in blood i was scared coz i dident rember hitting anyone.
i looked at the people and they was all staring at me making weird noises and pointing. i ran out of the club to get some fresh air and try to comprheind what had just happend. i sat there for about a minite and my mate mike came out to see me.
we sat there he was calm and said i freaked out abit as he was explaining to me i saw some flashing lights. so i ran like a bitch thinkin the cops was after me i when to hide in a park just up the road.
by the time i got there i forgot why i was running. so i sat down by a big oak tree and i started looking at it and in all the indentaion on the bark was glowing i sat there amazed for only god knows how long the oak tree was beautiful i had a wierd conection with it.
eventulay mike came to my rescue and we got a cab home.
the rest of the nite was spent i his pink batroom talking to comics.

ohhh i dident end up punching anyone my mate said some one fell over and i freaked out and the lights i thought was the cops was a cab lol
thats my lil adventure =D
p.s soz i carnt spell

Comment by bro0OklyNicK on March 12, 2009 at 2:25am

my best experience with lsd was my first trip where i realized were all bacteria in a pee tree dish and i drop kicked my friend in the face after he turned into satan and stole my wine. there i was. with my pants down to my knees on 125 and broadway pointin at a stop sign screaming at all these people telling them they havent got a clue about a damn thing except trivial bacterial knowledge. it made sense at the time. i made it home eventualy where i realized i was the king of my couch cussions and hunter s. thompson lives on in my crainial tissue.~nick

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