Story 39
This is why you should never trip with someone who you don't think can
handle it...
It was a Saturday and we were all ready. We had been planning this trip for
quite some time. I am the experienced one out of my group of friends since
I've done it about 10 times as much as them. So of course they all wanted to
do it at my house. Fair enough, out of all the possible places my house is
the best bet since there we're allowed to stay in my backyard where we can
talk and smoke all we want unlike all my other damn rich suburb friends
houses. Besides we've always tripped at my house. This stuff though was some
of the strongest I'd ever come across. I knew this going into the trip and
wanted to have an extremely strong one so I decided me and my close friend
there would take two hits apiece. There were six of us in all and only two
of these guys had never tripped before. One of them I knew I didnt have to
worry about, he had plenty of other drug experience and was a pretty stable
guy. The other one though was this extremely quiet shit who had of only
recently started hanging out with us. I disliked him immensly and tried my
best to keep him away from our trip party (the only reason he was going to
be there in the first place was because he in fact paid for most of the
shit, dumb bastard.) We had tried to ditch him earlier in the day but in a
pathetic display of his lack of maturity basically cried over the phone
because he couldnt come. So we had no choice but allow him to join us. When
everyone arrived I was in a pretty pissy mood since my friend had just
broken my guitar but I allowed the trip to happen despite that since I knew
once I got deep into it the guitar would be all but forgotten. As soon as
the sun went down I past out the acid. We all sat around and waited out the
most annoying part of the trip (the anticipation) until finally it started
to kick in. Now I being the good host I am before hand went out and got us
an incredible supply of trip toys. We raided a Party City and had some of
the most amazingly trippy objects an acidhead could ever hope for. Too bad I
never got to use them. You see when our trip began we were all scattered
around my pool doing whatever the acid in our heads bidded. I was having an
outstanding time in this wonderfull universe of mine and all was well. Some
of the toys had already been brought out when it first started but I wanted
to get to the rest of them. I searched for the bag of toys to no avail. It
was then when I discovered that our little quiet little friend had snatched
the bag and hidden himself in a corner away from everyone. I then realized
my fatal mistake of letting a first timer be swept away to wherever the acid
took him, there should have been someone showing him the ropes and now he
was completely engrossed in his own world. I at the time was some what happy
about this fact since that meant he wasnt in the way of my trip but I wanted
the toys goddamn it. When I went over to him he was a complete mess. He had
covered his hand in dry silly string which he refered to as "the people" he
had a Stretch Armstrong style dog in his other hand which he had now come to
fully believe was alive (this I found out as he yelled at me for waking it
up). He had slinky glasses on which were annoyingly loud and from the slinky
glasses he had two slim light stick tubes which were supposed to make
braclets hanging from them. All in all he looked pretty fucked up but I was
not giving up. So I told him to give me the bag of toys or at least some of
them to which he replied "No mine." in a scared voice as he snatched the
bag away from my grip. "No???" I said, "Look you little bitch I dont care
what the fuck the "people" are doing on your hand nor if your fucking dogs
sleeping, this is my house, and those are my goddamn toys now fucking give
them to me." Now you should keep in mind that I am coinsedered the boss
during all these trips since I'm always the one who has to tell people to
keep quiet so to not wake up my parents. So everyone basically did what I
told them to and now this cunt rag was telling me no. Pissed off I attempted
to snatch the toys away from him to which he started shrieking, this was no
normal shriek, this was some sort of baby/primal shriek that sent chills
down my spine. I stepped back and looked at him, a normal 15 year old guy in
my house was shrieking like a baby and no matter how much I told him to shut
up he would only shriek more. This was too much for me so I decided to fuck
it and go smoke a cigg. My friends this whole time were completely oblivious
that the quiet one had gone into a baby like state. I knew that I couldnt
let him ruin my trip so I started to forget about it and resumed tripping
with my friends. Everything was fine again until the little shit had to go
and start making noise. It seems he had started to give his toys more life
and was talking for them in an extremely loud voice. Now you can annoye the
hell out of me and I'll just ignore you but when you start making alot of
noise you can wake up my parents which I would much rather not have to
handle. I started yelling at him to shut up from a distance, of course he
ignored me completely saying he was fine. So I got up and started to walk
over to him with an extremely pissed off look on my face. One of my other
friends was like, "Oh shit hes really pissed off now" which of course the
bastard heard and started to get scared. He assumed I was coming over to
kill him and got up and started to run which made the slinky glasses make
tons of noise. Now it got serious because of course the first place he ran
to were the bushes next to my parents bedroom. He was cornered though and I
in a panic was screaming at him to get out of there. "NO YOUR GOING TO HURT
ME!" Was his reply. I realized that maybe if I started pretending to be nice
to him he would relax so I told him everything was alright and he could come
out. "NO NO NO!!" He screamed over and over at enough volume to wake my
neighbors up. I started to lose it, I walked right up to him, he was in the
fetal position at this point which is always a bad thing but I was too
pissed to care. I looked at him as he started to weep and said "Look you
little pathetic piece of shit, I'm sure your going through some very
traumatic things in that little acid filled head of yours but this is my
fucking house and you will do what I say without acting like a three year
old or else I swear to god I will dump you out in the street where you can
wait out this trip by yourself and hope no cops pick you up." This got a
response, he looked up at me and agreed to come out just as long as I stood
away from him while he did it since he was still scared I was going to hurt
him. Once I did he slowly came out, it was almost funny watching him do it
since he was still in his full get out, slinky eyes, glow sticks and all. He
side stepped while keeping low to the ground resembling some animal who was
afraid of being attacked by a predator. At this point he started to act a
bit more normal and we tried to get the glasses off of him since they were
making so much noise, still afraid of me and my friends he agreed to do it
as long as we turned around. Turn around? I realize its an extremely easy
action but I refuse to bow down to something so stupid no matter how much
acid someones on and over a period of five minutes would turn my head around
then as he started to take them off would turn back around facing him which
of course made him throw the glasses back on as fast as possible. We all
were doing this for quite some time and taking much amusement from it until
he started to cry like the baby he was so we left him alone. Some friends
came over and he acted normal again being able to carry conversations
without shrieking or warning about waking up his dog for once but I was
still annoyed by his mere prescence for the rest of the night and I couldnt
enjoy what would have been an awesome trip. We've tripped several times
since then but have made sure he's never been there. This pissed him off
pretty bad but I explained to him a simple rule, "You come to my house, trip
and I cant control you, you dont trip at my house." So to all of you reading
this make sure the next time you trip with someone new that they can control
themselves, either that or make sure you have a closet you can lock them in
if they get out of line.