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Originally posted by drunkmonkey
Too many times to recount them all.
The ultimate was when I was in junior high, our school was overcrowded so they took 50 of us and put us in the high school for the 9th grade. My best friends were all seniors and we went out one day and smoked some grade A shit in my buddy's truck while we were driving around. Hell, it could have been dog guts and I would have smoked it back then.
About fifteen minutes later we got it in our heads that we were really fucking thirsty. We stopped at a little grocery store about 2 miles from my house and it was decided, by the all knowing seniors, that I should take the pilgrimage into the store for beverage. Now, I had been in this store about 17,000 times but, being in the condition that I was in, I could not for the life of me find the drinks. I figured my best bet was to ask the cashier.
As I was standing in line at the counter I looked down and spotted a big cooler in the shape of a can filled with ice and cokes floating around in it. Well, this was my lucky day. I reached in to grab a soda and the water felt so good that I kindof got caught in the moment with my arm up to my elbow in ice water.
In this state of exctasy, I looked over at the guy in front of me and he had his little girl sitting on the counter in front of him. He was talking all baby talk to her. He was wearing like a white tennis outfit, slicked back hair, a goatee, and all this pansy ass gold jewelry on. I thought to myself "man, this guy is a fruit loop" and no sooner did I think that then everyone turned around and stared at me. My last semi-coherent thought before I fell to the floor was: did I say that out loud?
So here I am laying on the floor of some grocery store with my arm half frozen and people running around in a state of panic. I could not move a muscle. I was totally fucked up. I could hear everthing fine. I had my eyes open but I could not see a damn thing. It was like there was some big cloud over my eyes.
I felt someone put their hands on my chest and say "His heart is racing a hundred miles a minute" and someone else said "call an ambulance". I was thinking that I hoped it was not the fruit at the counter feeling up my chest. About that time, I hear this very familiar voice say "That is my son".
Sure enough, my dad had picked that very day to stop and get bread or some shit on his way home from work only to walk in and see a crowd of people gathered around his drugged up son in a catatonic state on the floor.
There is more to the story but this shit is long enough. Needless to say, my dad got me up and home somehow. I remember the sensation of floating but, like I said, I could not see shit and there was no way I could have walked. I only assume that he carried my ass out of there before the ambulance showed up. The cool part was that he never mentioned a word to me about it afterwards.
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heheheh... damn.
kman's story was great too..
In terms of mind-body fuck, I think mushrooms have been the strongest for me, I once had so many I couldn't talk. I knew the meaning of existence... but I couldn't actually physically vocalise the words.. it was like : "wait, wait, wait - bleurgh." "no - no.. blearug." then we chilled out on the beach listening to a dictaphone with a pshychiatrist or someone on it talking about mental states and cognitive process. It was heaven. Science and psychoactives.. I once sort of gently collapsed to the floor because I felt I was like an electron reaching it's lowest energy potential. haha.. memories.. aahhhhhh the folly of youth..
good stuff to do at some point in your life as long as you get over it or are disciplined enough to do it very very rarely.