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I'm here today to tell my tale to the world. This was exactly a week ago today (Nov. 17). Don't let this dicourage you from trying frying, though. It's still the best thing in the world... FRYDAY... My little tripper girl (TG) called me at about midnight told me to come take a litte trip at a park by her house. I, being only 14, have no way to get to this park. I know this is only a minor setback and I tell her that I would be there in about an hour. I really didn't care about punishment that night. I still don't. After smoking all the bud I had, I hop on my bike and make it there by 1:15 (12 miles isn't really that far when you have something to look forward to. I lean my bike against a nearby house (stupid move) and walk through a swamp (really stupid move). I really have no idea where I'm going. I can hear people talking and laughing; I head that direction. There were about 20 people there, all fryed (yes, I mean fryed, not fried) out of their minds. I only knew a few of them, but I found TG and got some doses (I thought I got 3, but I'll explain that later). I started noticing tracers within 15 minutes, and I figured I was in for a good time. I sat and listened to KMFDM on my walkman and started feeling my stomach churn. Everyone wanted cigarrettes, but no one had any. I figured now would not be the time to have a smoke. After about a half hour I was seeing hardcore tracers. I had to have a smoke. It took me about ten minutes to stop staring at the flame on my lighter. Lighters are so fun to just play with. The group split in two directions so there were only about 8 of us now. We started walking down the path, going deeper into the park. I had no idea where the hell I was, but it was cool. I heard someone metion the "circle of trees." Me and TG lagged behind the others, trippin with each other. Walking finally got to be too much to handle, so I layed down on the path and stared at the midnight purple sky. The clouds were covering the entire sky and the light of the moon was just barely peeking around the billowed cloud edges. I couldn't see them splitting apart, but something just as good. I would stare at a section of the clouds, and a hole would open up in the middle of them. I would stare at another part, and another hole would emerge. Then the clouds would return to cover up the blank spots. I just sat with TG on my lap, staring at the sky. I probably would have spent the whole time there, but TG noticed that she had blood all over her hand. I'm not sure if it was really there or not cause by now I was really trippin. We stood there for a while, staring at the blood running down her hand. It was really cool to watch. We caught up with the group and she kept saying "I'm bleeding, like, bleeding. But my hand is bleeding too. That's really wierd." Indeed. We walked for what seemed like an hour (probably only 5 minutes, but I don't know) and kept trying to find this damn "circle of trees." I guess we got there and everyone was sitting just staring at stuff. I had to sit again. The trees were driving me insane. The branches and leaves were making a dome over us, and I could see bits of the sky through the millons of leaves. We sat there for a while and someone came with another smoke. Wow, what a god. We must have sat there for a couple hours. Then everyone started to leave... I had no idea where I was, and no idea how to get home. I didn't know where they were going. I figured (in my fucked up state) that they didn't want to be around me. I am always thinking that people are thinking that. I told them to just leave me there, and that I was going to go to sleep (yeah, right). They just left me in the middle of this park. I guess it's my own fault. But now here's where the trouble starts... I guess I just sat there for a while. When I got up, I didn't remember being there. I didn't remember being with anyone. All I knew is that I was wet and cold and lost. I just started walking. I remember coming to a house, but I didn't realize it was a house. I know now, after being there sober, that I was on someone's back porch. I kept trying to climb into people's porch lights. I think I wanted to be warm. I got to a neighborhood and started running around. I was trying to get warm and I was running from door to door, trying to get inside. This was about 3:30 in the morning. I knocked on one guy's door (my friends told me this the next day, I don't remember any of it happening) and he came to the door, groggy and tired. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him I wanted to lay down. He then asked who I was and where I was supposed to be. I didn't know. I walked away and jumped on top of his truck. I remember this part. He started chasing after me and I ran as fast as I could. I got to another group of houses and stared freaking out I was really cold and wanted to get away from it. I decided that my clothes were to blame, so I took them off. Everything. I stripped myself naked and was running around screaming that I was nothing. I wasn't being seen or heard. No one cared. I felt like I was the only one left on the earth. This was real bad, cause with no one left, I could do what I wanted. I just kept running from house to house trying to climb into the porch lights, tearing a couple of them off in the process. I finally came to a house that was unlocked. NOT GOOD! I walked in and layed down on the couch. I didn't know I was naked yet. The people came in the room and called the police. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't care. I was getting warm and that's all that mattered. They told me to just lie there and cover up, I still didn't know I was naked, so I got up and started pressing 666...666...666 etc. on their alarm console. They told me to lie down again, so I did. That's all I remember until the ambulance came and took me to the hospital. I thought they were taking me to hell, and I don't even believe in that bullshit. I ended up in the hospital telling them that I needed insulin. I have no idea why I said that. I could have died from that. They gave me sedatives and a big blanket and my dad came with clothes. I THEN realized I was naked, and I still didn't really care. I had to go back to the neighborhood that day and find my clothes. I still don't have my bike back. I was told later that I had taken 6 doses instead of 3. I had never taken 6 before, and I think that's what fucked me up. I now have to pay a $400 ambulance bill and $100 to fix one guy's porch light. I have now, on my record, being under the influence of one of the world's most potent substances. I am truly proud. The moral to the stroy is. Never take a trip in a place you've never been. Never take a trip alone, Never take more than you can handle. I didn't tell this story to scare people away from LSD. I would never say that LSD is bad. I already am thinking about when I will fry again. LSD is good. LSD is very good. Just don't go too insane, or you could wind up on a strangers couch, naked at 5 in the morning. My tale is complete. I just had the urge too let people know what happened. It feels good to get it out. HAPPY TRIPPING ---Anonymous