|Needs more Nasty Nate.|
So, back in high school we used to smoke a lot of weed and dabble in some recreational drugs (mushrooms, tussin, "E" a couple times). Well, one of my best friends...we'll call him Tony... and I always wanted to try acid for some reason. But, we never got around to it in high school and made a vow to do it when we went to college. Tony and I went to seperate universities, but Tony came across some acid during that first Fall and then came one weekend to Columbus to do it.
So, that night we start smoking weed and then take our acid. That shit was fucked up. We basically walked aimlessly around campus looking at weird shit. We probably took too much as it was almost too intense and there were times that we just sat there and kind of mumbled back and forth to each other about seeing shit as we were too fucked up to converse with each other. Fun, right?
Well, after about four hours of this...say around 1a.m....we are finally coming down yet still pretty fucked up. We are smoking weed on campus when all of a sudden we see some bike cops ride by below us. Obviously, we were paranoid as hell and decided it would be good to get up and walk away. We start walking away and then all of a sudden these three bike cops drive up right next to us and start searching us...said they smelled weed in the area. Of course they find some weed on each of us and our pipes and proceed to arrest us.
Getting arrested is never fun....getting arrested while tripping on acid for the first time is the exact opposite of fun. The only thing that I'm grateful for is that they didn't catch us hours before, because I honestly think our hearts or brains would have exploded we were so fucked up. They then cuff us up and put us in the back of a cop car and take us to the cop station. In the station they put us in seperate rooms and chain one of our legs to a bench. I remember asking the cop sitting at the desk in front of me, "So, what are you guys going to do to us." He then answered they would take us downtown to the jail. A couple minutes went by and I asked, "So, what are you guys going to do to us." The cop looked at me like I was the biggest retard and said, "You just asked me that same exact question." I think I laughed and said I was just nervous or something and tried to change the subject. I remember looking at the floor while I was chained up and the whole floor was just swirling and I could see shit in it....I couldn't believe how fucked up of a situation we were in trying to not act super retarded so they would just keep thinking we had smoked weed.
They finally took us downtown and I remember when they told us where to walk to get our pictures taken we both walked the exact opposite way. The cops started laughing and said, "How much did you boys have to smoke tonight?". We kind of laughed and said, "uhhh..a lot I guess". We ended up getting out in the morning and then the whole thing got dropped down to a disorderly conduct, because I guess the whole search due to smell from the beginning was complete bull-shit. But, it was an incredibly intense night and there were moments of fear and paranoia that I wish on very few people.
Speaking of drugs, I'll say it again that vicodin is fucking weak sauce. I thought that it was all going to be trippy and shit but it's basically Advil. How do homos get hooked on this shit? Should I be snorting it? How about rectal insertion? Am I doing this right? Either way, the worst part is eating cold and soft food. Fucking terrible. And the McDonald's down the street ran out of milkshakes yesterday. What a fucking embarrassing establishment! Anyway, I'm rambling. I'll be back on Monday with something terrible.