DSOTM x 8 - Dinner Bites Diner!

Are you guys mocking me?

Not THIS time.

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Alright, I've got one i'll unleash upon you.
I'll gather my thoughts and tell my tale.

Oh lordy. It's the "unleash" bit I'm worried about.

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Come on, people school starts tomorrow and I'm in yr 11 so its crunch time for me and Iwon't have as much time to check out theses posts!

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Alright, it's 1:47 am right now. I will tell my tale in a few hours when I have time to type it all up.

Alright, here we go!

It was sometime in august of 98 me and a few of my buddies were doing the usual drinking in the barracks at Fort Gordon. We were in the army. There was myself, the barrack drinking champion, VP, Bud Paul and Garrett. The all weekend drinking binges were getting a bit monotonous so we decided on something a little different this time.

VP was the man with the connections, so he called a fellow G.I. by the name of Boyd. He said he could hook us up with some gel tabs. For thoes of you who don't know, gel tabs are sorta like acid but much stronger. VP and myself were well aquainted with the art of tripping so it was on. Bud said he wasn't interested so he left. He lived in the room next door. I should also say that the rooms were connected by a bathroom.

Paul said that he had done it before and he wanted in. We made a command decision not to tell Garrett because he worked for the 1sg and was know to be sort of a snitch. Boyd came over and sold us the goodies and we cut it up and ate half of it when Garrett was out of the room. We ordered some Pizza and started watching 'Multiplicity'.

I should mention we were in Pauls room and he had a massive 'tripping bears' poster on his wall. We were a bit through the movie and Garrett came back in and sat down. About 45 min. into the movie I felt it coming on. I just started laughing my ass off. For thoes of you who don't know, acid does that s**t to you. VP and Paul joined in a few minutes later because they knew what was going on. They also were beginning to feel the effects. The funniest thing was Garrett, who had no idea what we were on, started laughing too, which made us laugh even harder.

I think Garrett got a bit scared by us and left. By this time the pizza dude came and because we were so out of our minds we couldn't count the money so we ended up tippin him $20. We started to eat it, but eating is not so easy when tripping. At this time VP said, "S**t! The F**King pizza is talking to me!" He even gave the pizza a name. In my judgement I decided to rid the world of this pepperoni covered fiend. I grabbed the box and tossed it off the balcony.

.....to be continued......................

Part II

We decided that we needed some good music so I pulled out the old DSOTM cd. We had the lights off and the tv on when out of nowhere Bud threw in a couple of Chem-lights(glow sticks). It scared the living s**t out of us.We decided that we could put these glowing green bastards to some good use. We were bored of staring at the wall I guess. We cut the first one open and stuck it upside down in a empty bottle of Pepsi. It was slowly dripping and quite captivating.

We needed more. We cut the second one open and poured it into the toilet and flushed it. Wath the green stuff swirl!! That was way cool, far out man! We then decided the fate of the third one. We went out into the barracks hallway and turned all of the lights off. Cut the bastard open and started flinging it every where. It was like there were stars all over the place. We started twirling in circles. That was far out, also.

Some of the next part is kind of hazy to me now. It involved us going to the NCO barracks to get some soda and talking to the vending machine. We also laid down on the sidewalk and starred up at the stars and the moon.

When we went back to Pauls room it was tome for The Wall, movie style. It's amazing to watch when you're tripping because you go through all of the emotions with the movie. A lot more than usual. When the wall comes down at the end, all of the emotional build up is released.

We ended up taking the other half of the gel tabs and went on tripping. This is actually the disturbing part of the story and a warning for people who have never tripped before and take too much.

Paul said that he had tripped before, but obviously he lied. After he had seconds he began freaking out. He kept saying that he wanted it to stop. When acid has a grip on you and you want it to go away, it tightens its grip. I don't really want to go into specifics but he ended up calling 911 and getting an ambulance to get him. He ended up getting a spinal tap and a nice stay on the 13th floor, which was the mental ward.

I felt really bad and responsible for this, but he wasn't pissed. he knew he shouldn't have lied to us. We did visit him up on the 13th floor, very disturbing being around not so sane people. He was out in a few days, back to his old self. Just a little wiser, I think.

Anyway kiddies this story has a moral to it.
Before you take anything. You should know what you are getting in to. That is around the time I decided to stop doing drugs. I hope I didn't bore you to death guys and gals.

Cheers,

Kevin

Nope, you didn't. That's what memories are made of, Matey

Good one,

Mark

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It's a pleasure to entertain.

V. good, if somewhat sobering tale, eugeneaxe.

And oh just thank your lucky stars your story at least had DSOTM in it, or I'd have been pissed.

Not that I could have done much about it, but...well...I WOULD have, okay!



Flippin' Floydian,
Byron

p.s. spraying the hallways with luminescent goo was a stupid thing to do, koo-ka-choo.
Can you say Article 21?

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Yeah, we cleaned it all up before anyone important noticed.

By the way. I had 2 article 15's in my illustrious career. I lost rank more than once. I didn't kiss ass so I was a "bad soldier".

Sorry, Article 15. It's been a while.

Funnily enough, Kevin, although I naivély joined-up for a 20-year stretch when I was 17 but soon figured out I wasn't a "Golden Boy" (butt-kissing lacky) and the gloss went off the whole prospect.

I got one, or maybe two Article 15s due to erroneous, and now compensated, urine tests and going AWOL. Now, I ask you, do I look like the type who'd take speed? Of all the things they COULD have got me on, they chose one of the many I never do/did.

What REALLY hurt was when they demoted me from Buck Sergeant(E3) (three white chevrons and a white star) ALL the way down to Senior Airman(E3) (three white chevrons and a blued-out star). I gotta tell you, I was DEVASTATED. Crushed.

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