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one of my worst nights was the first time, and last, I tried shrooms. It was fun and then AWFUL. Drank it with OJ and did too much. Back in high school, my boys father owned a Dodge dealership so we went to the shop at like 11p and took the Dodge Viper out to Hollywood. Found an empty street where there was a tunnel and he floored it and did an e-brake. It was fantastic, until a cop a block away heard the screech. Cops pulled up and thought we had a stolen car. Technically it was. Took us to jail but thats when it really kicked in. On the way, heard a call about a lady being raped in an alley. Cop sped to the scene only to have a homeless lady jump on to the hood of the car with her clothes ripped up out of nowhere. Scared the crap out of me. Straight out of a movie! Had to sit there for like an hour while they handled things.Man the old shroom days...had one of the best nights of my life on those, just skating with my friends and laughing.
Got to the police station and I'm just tripping balls. Could not even open a door (we didn't get cuffed because he was able to prove it was his Dads car). Cops were wondering what was wrong with me. They all looked "mentally challenged," so i was giggling but terrified. Waited for his parents to come pick us up. Mom showed up and she looked like a prostitute, winking at me and licking her lips. Was so happy to get into his crib and laid down on the bed but my head felt like it was beating like a heart. I wrote a letter to my Mom telling her how sorry i was for dying. I thought it was over.
That was the last time.