Sheep and Christians
I was brought up in an irish catholic family. When I was about 15, I got caught up with a bunch of born again christians who ran the local youth group. Coincidentally (or not?) this was also the time in my life when I started experimenting with proper drugs.

Me and my friend J decided the perfect time for our first acid trip would be on a religious retreat in the middle of wales with a bunch of religious strangers who didn't know we'd taken anything. We bought our strawberries from the shop in a van on the corner who did a small sideline in acid (24 hours notice required). We took them at 8 o'clock in the morning.

A day of hi-jinks followed. It was lucky we were with a bunch of strangers, as they all assumed we were like that all the time. We had the usual wrong perception and slight hallucinations etc etc (kept thinking my trousers were wet when they weren't and other interesting things) and thought we had been discovered when we were sent out of the room (they were in fact planning a treasure hunt).

Problems occured when it was mine and j's turn to make the tea for 10 people. It was only beans on toast but neither of us could remember what to do and stood murmuring "beans...toast" until someone else came in and said "Come on you two! Open the beans and get the grill on!" at which point we remembered. Phew.

My favourite part was when I was standing looking out of the window at some sheep for several minutes. A sober stranger approached and asked me what I was looking at. "The sheep" I replied. "Do you know how they can stand on those steep slopes?"

"No, do you?" asked the stranger, with genuine interest.

"Yes." I replied. There was then a long pause.

"It's because they're shaped like clouds."

We were never caught.

I am now 29, and atheist and don't do anything stronger than nicotine. I'm still fun though, honest.
( faintpraise, Sun 18 Dec 2005, 22:34, Reply)