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damn i remember this old fucker who used to live down the street from me would hook me and the friends up for $5 a hit. i guess he was smart as shit and could synthesize this shit himself. which i hear isn't a easy task.
anyway, he'd take us into his little trip room where he had black lights, posters, all that good shit. grab his little fuckin capsule of acid, dip this eye dropper thingy and a sugar cube, squeeze the eye dropper and let a drop hit the cube. it was dope you could see the cube go from purple to green after the acid hit it. then he'd make us take it there on the spot and then we could leave.
too bad that old man died after i got out of high school. ahhh the good ol times.
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