» It's not me, it's the drugs talking

Dropped from a plane at 30,000 ft
Once in Newquay me and some friends did some extremely strong acid.

It started out a normal enough night camping, we were sat around playing poker, betting (as you do) with a huge (1 kg) bag of cola bottles we'd taken down with us.

Suddenly it became all too much for me to bear; I was coming up faster than I thought was possible.

I muttered a quick "Gottagoseeyouinabit" and legged it to the back of the tent, where I promptly fell over.

My mates came to find me a while later (could have been a minute, could have been an hour) and said it looked like I'd been dropped out of a plane from 30,000 feet. I was flat out on the grass, my eyes were fucked, and my fingers were digging into the mud.

I managed to struggle as far as to the inside of the tent, where I lay for the next 4 hours or so in my sleeping bag, with the hood and drawstring pulled up tight, only one eye peeking out at the horrible, horrible world. It was extremely important to me that nobody came in the tent; my mates were chatting to some girls outside, they tried on several occasions to come into the tent to meet me but were met with enraged howls and fearsome "GETTHEFUCKOUT"s.

I managed to get it together slightly after around 5-6 hours, and came out of the tent, only to wonder why we'd been invaded by an army of cola bottles.

Another funny story from that night is that a mate of mine tried to hide in the bushes from a passing police car. Except he hid on the wrong side of the bush, i.e. in front of it, spliff dangling casually from his mouth.

We also emptied the campsite bathroom pretty damn quick when we went in and stared in the mirrors for a long time, laughing hysterically.
(Thu 22nd Dec 2005, 15:59, More)