| Re: My first acid trip - A story
Back when we were selling liquid and making geltabs, we tripped one night at our friends party. This wasn't a party at a house, it was in a exinct sinkhole on his dad's orange grove property. So there we were tripping our ass off in this sinkhole when we decided to drive up to the store for something.
He always drove which quickly changed once he realized how cool it is to actually ride instead of drive. Anyways, I feel like we're flying. I mean really flying. I don't feel any bumps in the road at all. All of a sudden, I get this weird sensation and in the most serious of tones I ask him, you...you...can stop right? My friend looked at me in this half blown away look bordering on insanity and said Huh? This happened just as the store was coming up, we started laughing so hard, we somehow managed to pull in to the parking lot, slam on the brakes and proceed to laugh our asses off for minutes.
We finally get out of the car and realize that he parked across 3 parking spots. I mean, it was nowhere close to being in one spot. It was 90 degrees perpendicular to them
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