A long time ago, 4 of my friends took a damn 100 hit sheet each and went camping. A few hours later 3 of them showed up at my place. I have never seen anybody as far detached from reality as these dudes were. I mean these were dudes I hung out with every day and they were not able to communicate in any way shape or form. The thing is... three of them showed up, not 4.
They left the 4th in the woods by himself, in the dark, alone. I have no idea what happened out there and couldn't even imagine, I had dropped a 10 strip a few times and barely held on myself. This guy ate 10 times that and was out there somewhere miles away from people with nothing but moonlight to see by. When my non-tripping friends and I finally realized that these dudes left him out there, we loaded in the jeep and went looking for him. We found him by the lake, and he came back with us, but he wasn't talking. He didn't say a word for the rest of the night.
Anyway, this could get long, so to finish quick, he locked himself in his bedroom at his parents house for about 2 weeks only coming out 2 eat and not speaking to family or anybody then. His chick broke up with him, he stopped going to work, it was almost 6 months before he started hanging out again, and then he would only play guitar, no words. Eventually he started talking again and claimed that he thought he was communicating telepathically with everybody the whole time he was silent and the guitar playing was because the moon told him he was going to be a frontman for a kickass rock-n-roll band. Was about a year after that night before i was able to call him normal again. He never did get good at guitar.
They left the 4th in the woods by himself, in the dark, alone. I have no idea what happened out there and couldn't even imagine, I had dropped a 10 strip a few times and barely held on myself. This guy ate 10 times that and was out there somewhere miles away from people with nothing but moonlight to see by. When my non-tripping friends and I finally realized that these dudes left him out there, we loaded in the jeep and went looking for him. We found him by the lake, and he came back with us, but he wasn't talking. He didn't say a word for the rest of the night.
Anyway, this could get long, so to finish quick, he locked himself in his bedroom at his parents house for about 2 weeks only coming out 2 eat and not speaking to family or anybody then. His chick broke up with him, he stopped going to work, it was almost 6 months before he started hanging out again, and then he would only play guitar, no words. Eventually he started talking again and claimed that he thought he was communicating telepathically with everybody the whole time he was silent and the guitar playing was because the moon told him he was going to be a frontman for a kickass rock-n-roll band. Was about a year after that night before i was able to call him normal again. He never did get good at guitar.
...at least I can finally smoke/grow legally.
