Straight in with the good stuff
The first time I ever took any form of drugs (though certainly not the last) I let myself be convinced that LSD just made you giggle and be a bit drunk, and that all that hallucination crap was just people bullshitting. My mate Stewart procured some microdots and we necked them (one each, nothing silly) and sat back to enjoy the experience. We had the stereo on and there were about 12 people in the flat and plenty of booze flowing to keep us lubricated while we waited for the "good" stuff to work. Boy, did it ever!

After a while everything got a bit blurry and I remember being rather warm so I announced we had to take a walk. What I wouldn't give to see someone act the way I remember acting that evening! Dressed in tie-dye t-shirts, combat pants and wearing (sorry) headscarves, we headed through the estate and I saw this man walking on the other side with a big wheelbarrow, so I starting yelling at him "What's in the wheelbarrow mate? Is it bricks?" while my mates tried to shush me. I was giggling so hard at what could be in the wheelbarrow while jokes were flying through my head to further confuse me. Maybe it was babies! "You can unload them with a pitchfork! Not marbles though, mate! Is it marbles?"
The first rush past and I realised I was lying on the ground, drooling and yelling at a very fat woman, with nary a wheelbarrow in sight. Whoops!

A bit further down the street the second wave hit and I became convinced that the nearby dog was on his way to a secret dog church, probably in an electricity substation. I crept off after it (so it wouldn't see me, I guess - though it could as sure as hell hear me!!!) Luckily I was foiled by the 10 foot fences or I probably wouldn't be typing this :)

Normality resumed and my mates convinced me I had to calm down a bit and stop acting so bloody weird, or we'd get busted or something. I suppose my wild-eyed, red-faced dribbling, giggling, hunched over walk was attracting attention, but it was all just SO funny and I wanted to go with it. Two Saracens were approaching (British Army armored vans - Northern Ireland issue) and I was shaken by my mates and told to pull myself together. Unfortunately, at that moment, my legs became very, very long. I could barely even SEE my feet, so far away were they! So I walked delicately, heel to toe, arms akimbo, desperately trying not to twist too much in the wind as these two vans crawled along the side of the pavement beside us, with 5 or 6 soldiers hanging out the top and back absolutly pissing themselves laughing at me. I tried to explain that it was just my legs but my mates grabbed me and promised to look after me and they drove off.

Not long after I bought three kitkats somehow and made helicopters by crossing two sticks and throwing them away. At passing cars. I don't remember so much after that but i woke up in the right place feeling very . . dusty - like everything was just a bit dirty and rough and not as shiny as it had been the night before. Lots of tea later I was feeling fine and plaanning the next escapade, which was to involve railway tracks...
(foolish_child, Thu 22 Dec 2005, 15:54, Reply)