So yah, In case the title didn't tip you off I do a fair amount of drugs. In general, I find them to be absolutely amazing. They rock my socks off, quite literally at times. With what other substances can you seriously ponder the nature of socks and why on earth you can't seem to find them? At that point of course you realize that they're on your feet and then you get distracted and proceed to stare at the moon for the 15 minutes.... Ah good times.
More often than not I smoke weed. It's readily available, fairly cheap, and gives that wonderful floaty feeling. I like it a lot, I couldn't really tell you why but needless to say I do enough to be classified as a genuine pothead. Which to be honest doesn't especially worry me all that much. There are worse things to do multiple times a week, like alcohol and heroin for example. Sure you could become emotionally dependent on it, but the same goes for any activity. TV, video games, World of Warcraft specifically, all sorts of stuff. It's really just a fun activity, something that you do with friends and look back on with nostalgia.
So many stories, I remember how at the beginning of this quarter I went 10-0 with Scott. 10 days of drinking or smoking or something. Damn it was fun, cruising the bike path, getting baked, just knowing that you've done something pretty sweet. Admittedly 10 days in a row isn't exactly a huge milestone, but balancing class and sleep and homework and all the other social engagements that one does at college, we figured it was quite a feat. Until I started really hanging out with Chuck that is. Lord that man can smoke me under the table.
And then there was the night Chuck, Scott and I all dropped some shrooms. It was a good night. In retrospect we didn't do all that much, outside for a while, back upstairs and then outside again I think. But it just felt like an eternity, plus it was fun as hell. I was completely bonkers, chain smoking and cursing my head off, completely pissed at the world and everything in it. Yet still having a good time, just wired like a madman. Chuck was catatonic, really inside his own head, not exactly the best place to be while tripping. Scott was just cool with it all, I remember how fascinated he was with the tree right by the dorm. I didn't really share that, I was more interested in the lamppost. But he just kept coming back to it pretty much the entire night. The lamppost... It had such great lighting, very all the world's a stage. We three were the central players and we just had all these other people moving in and out of the story. People coming back from parties, going out to smoke, it was a very surreal night. I was on shrooms after all.
The crowning moment was the man in the bunny suit. So to explain, it was about 3 or 4 in the morning, and there was no one outside, I mean no one. We were all standing out by the bench outside Smith, my dorm, and I think chuck was packing a bowl or something. And on the catwalk, there goes this guy in a bunny suit. So naturally I turn to Scott and go:
"You see that?"
Scott turns and looks, and yep he also sees the man in the bunny suit. So both of us turn to Chuck, because lord knows we could still be hallucinating or something. And yes Chuck saw him also. We were all very cool with it, but it was extremely strange. I mean come on, the night we all decide to do some psychedelics, we see a man in a bunny suit. What are the fucking odds on that? Needless to say it was a fun night.
I've got some more stories and experiences to relate, but those are for another day. (And yes I realize how utterly cliche that is)
