Story time
A few weeks ago I went up to Siesta beach for my homies 18th birthday and stuff, I didn't expect it to get much bigger than a group of friends on the beach, maybe a little liq and ganj, but nothing more than that.
Later on, someone in the group directs us to a pavilion esque thing, so I was like why not and went with everyone. Meanwhile, some professional ass DJs start hooking stuff up everywhere. This went from some little friend party thing to a loving rave. Legit, lights and loud ass music and everything. I brought one of my childhood best friends who I haven't seen in 4 years so that's trippy af for me too.
Next thing I know, the guy who brought us all over there pulls out a bottle of 100 proof fireball whiskey. I ended up taking 9 or 10 shots of it, meanwhile everyone else is quitting after a few.
Then, my dude I brought with me told me someone there was selling Molly for cheap. I had never tried Molly before then, so I figured why not.
It tasted like loving dirty starfish. Legit.
It didn't even really affect me either, it was kind of lame. Oh well, moving on. Later on once we've been raving for a few hours, a couple of us (my dude and the guy with the whiskey, along with a few girls and one of the loving DJs) snuck off to go smoke some ganj. I had 6 or 7 good ass hits of whatever kind of ganj it was, I don't really pay attention to it.
About an hour later, the entire place died down, and the DJs started packing up. We were all trying to figure out what to do, since most of us were under some kind of influence. One of the DJs, the one who smoked with us, suggested we come back to his place for a little while.
My car stays at Siesta this whole time, by the way. We all packed in to two cars and headed over to their apartment. I think there were 6 of us, not including the DJs. We got there and my dude loving bought two tabs of acid, gave me one, and said "I've never done this stuff before, do it with me." I figured why not, I've only done it once before. So I do it.
That's when stuff got real.
He never really tripped that hard, meanwhile I'm tripping my loving ass off, harder than I ever have before. I can't really recall many specific events during this time for obvious reasons, but I think some of my highlights include accidentally biting my hand/fingers so many times while eating carrots that I started loving bleeding, and when I was offered a piece of gum I took the wrapper off, dropped the gum, and put the wrapper in my mouth.
Before I continue, I'll let you guys know that my parents are reeeeaally harsh on parties/drugs so I did NOT want them to find out. Little did I know that bird brain dude with the whiskey posted a Facebook status talking about the rave and tagged me in it, so my mom saw that. She texts me saying "Hm...so you were at a party?"
I started freaking out here thinking that I posted stuff or messaged/texted stuff about the party, and that's where my trip turned completely around. This is at like 3am by this point.
I'm freaking out, constantly asking the whereabouts of someone named Emily, and my dude is dancing his ass off to the non-stop dubstep playing. Him and I went outside to walk, and I thought I had a spider web on my face so I'm viciously clawing at my face trying to get it off.
While this is all going on, the DJ who toked with us has been repeatedly porking one of the girls that came over.
We get back inside the apartment, the older DJ is passed out on the floor, the younger one is still in the bedroom, I'm squeezing a pillow while laying on the couch, and my dude is still dancing like a maniac.
The Emily girl came back and picked up the girl who was repeatedly porked all night, which left just the younger DJ, my dude and I still awake. We all start talking (95% was those two, I was still tripping hard) and we realized that the younger DJ is only 17 years old, the older one is his brother at 26. He turns out to be some scumbag mooching off his brother, and all he cares about is having lots of love. Nevertheless, my dude and I had to leave.
Thankfully he knew his way around the area since he lives nearby. We walked from 6:00am to like 9:30 back to his house, and I am still tripping at this point. I didn't stop until probably 2:00 that afternoon, after I had driven back home for an hour.
Tl;dr don't let jizzpickles tag you in stuff on facebook
