by LUBEJELLY » Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:26 pm
Okay so me and the front man to my band were super bored one night after a gig in SLC. We hardly consider ourselves to be users of anything other then weed and shrooms. A buddy of ours approached us after our set and handed us a few sheets of Aztec Acid. We droped that shit and watched the closing band (The Used) and within in like forty to forty five minutes it started to kick in hard. We left the venue and headed back down to our hometown in Ogden. I have not the slightest clue of how I managed to drive our asses home. I could not focus on the road because everything around me was melting, my hands felt like they had been soaking in a bath tub for hours and were super wet feeling, and to top it all off Marshall (My bands front man) was tripin hard and trying to grab the wheel to dodge hitting giant rats he said. We reached the 10mile mark to Ogden, this is about the time I realized that we needed to turn our van around and head back to the venue for two great reasons. 1) we left our band mates. 2) we left our guitars amps and drums. Me and Marshall laughed our asses off at this and did what needed to be done turn around. The drive back seemed like a life time and this time I was seeing the giant rats Marshall was talking about. I did not panic or attempt to dodge them, I simply ran them over. When we arrived to the venue we went and parked the van in the loading dock and went back stage. Marshall went in before me because I was to busy staring at my hands in the drivers seat. I heard screaming and then I got freaked out and grabbed a empty beet bottle from the back of the van and smashed to make a weapon. I approached the door back stage and was met with Marshall running out screaming like a girl. I asked him what the hell he was doing and he replyed with the grimlins want my feet. WTF right? We met up with Joey and Brock our bandmates. By now I was way to gone to be driving so Joey drove the van home. It seemed like it only took minutes to get back to Ogden. I went home and locked myself in my room because I had no clue what to expect out of this trip and I was by myself and felt like wondering around would be a bad idea. My walls were breathing and slowly melting. My TV was floating and the cartoons were talking to me they were actually pointing and staring at me. I found it funny for a while, but I was still pretty nervous because I had never tripped before like this. I decided I needed to do something familiar to me. I grabed a notebook and pen and began to draw. I didn't even have to try and focus on drawing the pen was doing it all on its own as if it had a mind of its own. And superisingly the pics looked damn good. Then as soon as I was finished drawing a man in a buissness suite with a boombox for a head it melted off of the notebook and formed a puddel of ink on my floor and then life like it stretched across my bedroom floor and sliped its way under my door. My boombox man was now on the loose. Then I heard something walking in the hallway and I debated on checking it our or not, I was in need of a drink so I unlocked my door and made my way into the kitchen but before I had reached the kitchen I had noticed a shadow coming from the kitchen doorway. I stood very still frozen like then the shadow vanished and a 6ft tall man in a buissness suite with a boombox for a head was standing in the hall in front of me. It scared the shit out of me, but I was so thirsty that I didnt really give a shit. I told boombox man that I was thirsty and he then said okay me too, and came to the kitchen sink with me and stuck his melting hands under the running water and said this is how I drink. I grabbed a cup and filled it with water and said this is how I do it. Then as soon as I lowered the glass from my face he was gone. I made my way back down my hallway which was all wavy and growing now and locked myself back in my room. I could not sleep, so I went for a smoke on my back portch. I seemed to feel normal agian. I was realived kinda so I decided to go back to bed after hanging up my jacket and putting my smokes on the counter. I went back down my finaly normal hallway and opened my bedroom door only to find that I was not back to normal the drug was still working its magic on my brain. My bedroom had filled with smoke and it was seeping out of my walls, closet, alarm clock so I slept on the couch for that night.
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