How to freak out a drug dealer
At the wise, responsible age of 15 I was invited over to a guy's house to drop acid with him. He was a minor drug dealer with a big crush on me and I'm pretty sure his intention was that we trip and make out. What he didn't count on was me developing two extra personalities and spending the whole evening debating the nature of the soul with myself. He kept insisting that two of us didn't exist, which just made all three of us angry. Then we got made at each other because we couldn't agree on the nature of the soul. We all three sat sulking in a corner until there was only one of us again.

We don't do drugs anymore.
(WordsMeanThings, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 21:04, Reply)