An entire night wasted in pursuit of Acid.

I now write this, stoned on bone-dry leaves.

I met up with a friend at 5:00pm. We had definitive plans of finding 14 tabs of Lucy. Divided into: 3, 3, 3, 3, 2. I'm the only one that's done it before but it was over 3 years ago. I'm doing 3.

We already thought that it was covered and that we'd soon receive a text with an address to go pick it up. After 40 minutes of waiting for other friends to meet up with us we discover that that plan had fallen through.

We'd already contacted another friend who may have some and he has 4 tabs and wants some for himself. So that's out.

We then contact another person who knows someone. So we're now waiting on a number. We know it's in the south (Closer for us) and we know he has some but we have to wait for a number. By the time we know this it's about 5:50. She said she'd call back at 7. We were sitting outside the entire time.

We text another friend who's at work with a new phone and no-ones numbers. Amid a tumult of cluelessness and not knowing who the phone that was texting him belongs to he confirms that he doesn't know anyone right now. Another possibility out.

A crust punk we know from around the neighborhood bumps into us and we start talking. He might know someone and gives them a call. Lo and behold he has none. We smoked a bowl of decent kush and we talked for a while longer. He eventually departed.

Meanwhile, one of the guys not planning on doing acid downed 13 OZ of Jagermeister in about 20 minutes infront of his girlfriend and procedes to made a fool and a nuisance out of himself. His loudness coupled with his inability to stand up made him annoying.

Two more friends walk up in search of liquor. They may know where to get 'Shrooms which would be an acceptable substitute. This also is a no go... from two separate people. They leave fairly quickly but mainly due to constant badgering by the drunk guy.

Soon after the clock strikes seven and we call up the the person who we've been waiting on for over an hour and the response is: Still a go, number might be a while. We sit waiting until nearly 9.pm... 4 hours, tons of leads and shit all for acid so far.

We had a last resort number from a guy we met on the train. So we text him (as per his instructions) and he says he can get us 15-20 tabs for $150. He wants us to meet him in downtown but says he'll need 30-45 minutes to get it.

The drunk guy goes home because he works at 8 and is already feeling like shit.

We start heading there as it will take almost that long to get there on the bus and then the train. We are to text him once we're close. We get close and text him and he calls on a different number. I answer and he tells me where to meet and we go there. "I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm just finishing up some business".

We wait for a whole hour until it's 10:35 and we said "fuck it" and headed back down south. All of the waiting was in the cold. A buddy of mine was sketching hardcore as it was a busy street with cops and transit police often driving past and seeing the "dispicable youth".

Now everyone that we've tried has failed in some way or another to provide a definitive way to get some Lucy. We call one more person in a last ditch attempt to find acid or 'shrooms. We get told to call her back in half an hour. We get back to the area we live in and call her back and it's a no go... again!

Now everyone's pissed off. The one guy I'm with decides to go home so I head home all sullen and frustrated. I pack a bowl of leaves from the 18grams of stems and leaves in my pocket. I'd allocated all my money to acid so there was no bud. I smoke it by the train station I take home, and as I come out from behind the concrete overpass that shields me from being seen on the road some transit cops are driving level with me and see me as I slide the pipe back in my pocket.

Now I start sketching as I watch them turn around and go behind the concrete walkway so I don't see them from the station platform. They go behind it but don't come out the other side. They were not stopped behind it as I checked and they didn't leave the parking lot without me noticing so I maintain they vanished into thin air.

On the uneventful way back from there I smoke two more bowls; one at the desination station and one in my backyard. I finally get inside at 1:10am

I now write this, stoned on bone-dry leaves. If you read through this loosely written wall of text I thank you and hope you have better luck finding your illicit hallucinogens than I did.

 

So we're trying again today. We won't know 'til 2pm if we can get it or not but we've already decided that if it looks unlikely we're going to bail earlier and buy some oil instead.

The only good thing about the wasted evening yesterday was that in the frenzied calling we discovered an oil connection.

Wish me luck.