Then the Chupacabra attacked...
Me and my friends have a nice spot we like to call "THE SPOT" (original, I know). It's smack in the middle between a trucker rest area to the south (which is our only entrance and exit point) and an industrial rail yard to the north. To the west there's a some kind of coal packaging plant and to the east theres nothing but hills. The spot is nicely divided by the local river with an abandonned bridge reaching over from the south (trucker area side) bank to the north bank (freight-train yard).

We use our slice of quite undisturbed land for either: a.) taking a girl there for nice lovely debaucheries or b.) getting baked/shit faced under said abandoned bridge.

On one particular occasion, after rounds of "puff puff too stonned," we decide to venture out into the rail yard. We found an abandonned huge shed on the south end of the bridge. The thing was too HUGE to be a simple shed. So, in our fully baked courage we decided to investigate this oddly ginormous shed.

Uppon entering, the place was empty and dark with little light shinning in from the rail yards lights. In the dead center of the one room Huge shed was a burned recliner along with some tires and barb wire and a smashed crate. It was six of us, one of us was diabetic. I did not know this, for him and me had been eating cheap chocolates before venturing out from under the bridge. The place was a spooks paradise. Graffitti and taggings ravaged the tin walls and craked concrete floors.

I felt fear creeping up on me. But it wasn't because of the fact that if a chainsaw weilding maniac ran in from the outside, wanting to gut us open, we'd have no where to run and no one to hear our screams. Nor was it that the place could have been stomping grounds for Satin's Desciples that would unleash an all mighty wanker of a demon on us. It was that the corners where dark. They where "Rockstar Game's Manhunt" dark.

With stoneness comes paranoia. And letmme tell ya, I was shit parnoid of those dark corners. Though I'm not the one to shit his pants or cry and freak out when scared or in the midst of danger, however I was passing my paranoia to those who would piss themselves out of fear.

To calm ourselves down and to keep our heads cool, we passed the peace pipe. Things got peacefull, all was calm and I could hear all of the little insects crawling underground and the soft moans of a woman loosing her virginity a mile away and the blades of grass sliced the wind. Calm, cool, smooth, swell..then......CLANK CLANK CLANKATY MOTHERFOOCKING CLANK!!

Me- WHAT IN THE FUCKS SAKE WAS THAT?!

Mate while laughing uncontrollably- Let go of my hand you homosexual.

Bastard was throwing rocks across the room under our noses while we were mellowed out. The diabetic then blacked out. But that was partly my fault.

Dark Side? well as long as they don't steal anything after I'm done with their bums and norks. Though I have to apologize for the lack of length they're acustomed to.
(The Horizontal Monster Mash Mr. T Pitties Me, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 20:08, Reply)