Bob had never done any drugs besides pot and some white, and he went into his own estranged world.

We started late and offschedule, as a semi-experienced tripper and knowing the time this drug costs I was hoping we could begin our excursion earlier around 4 o'clock. But we had all procrastinated.

It was about 5 o'clock and I arrived at my good friend Dan's house as he was hypnotized watching tv. I had bought a strip of 10 hits of enchanted elephant acid and by today was down to only a little bit over 4.

As Dan dazed into the box I measured and cut the hits. We were missing our third partner in crime, Bob, and Dan suggest that we wait for him. "Fuck that", I responded as I still was anxious and upset it wasn't done earlier.

So I took my hit. Bob arrived about a half hour later and Dean and Bill finished up what was left of the acid... now we wait. About a minute later another friend, by the nickname of Napkins, showed up and made the decision that 2 joints needed to be rolled. If you know Napkins this isn't a rare type of occurence.

"If you roll them, I'll smoke them," I told him, and so thats exactly what he did.

By the time our 2nd joint was smoked and Napkins was leaving, the drugs began to take effect and I could tell it wouldn't be too long before we turn into wild animals.

We headed back towards my house to hangout on my street, a jungle of strange places to explore and wander aimlessly. When we got there we played what seemed like would be a average game of 21 taps. Before we knew it and for no apparent reason it became an extremely ridiculous and humorous game. Every miss or dumb move resulted in an explosion of lauphter and because of all the lauphter the game became quite sloppy.

Every so often we would all stop and look at each other and all think "Hey are we really playing right now? What are we doing? We should do something".

Then before we even knew the conversation was over we were all the sudden back in the middle of our taps game.

God only knows what the real score of that game was. We decided we were hungry and that we could go to a neihbors house because she said she would cook us food. As anyone who has tried or does acid regularly knows, while on the drug you flip flop in your mind and change your opinion continuously.

Before we even got to the house we had changed our minds about our hunger 3 or 4 times. "Yeah man I'm starvin' lets go eat.

"Alright sounds good."

"Actually I'm not sure if im hungry right now... what am I talkin about? I havent ate all day, yeah lets definitely go eat."

This sort of conversation carried on for quite some time.

Finally we came to our senses and went in to eat and while we waited for our food we started watching Pirates of the Carribean 2.

We joined in while it was at an insane part were Jack Sparrow has his eyelids painted as eyes so when he closes his eyes they appear open. Some tribe had just captured Will Turner and was ready to eat him. Jack Sparrow approaches him and dismisses the issue with an expression we adopted religously throughout the night, "Lummmmm piky piky".

Being about 2 hours after our dose the trip started to become intense and throughout the movie reality slowly but surely diminished. Bob had never done any drugs besides pot and some white, and he went into his own estranged world.

He had a hard time releasing words and expression and I would find him occasionally throwing his body around wildly just to make sure it was still there. At one point he said he was tired and would take a nap which I laughed about to myself saying, "Yeah ooook, a nap 2 hours after taking acid. Thats probable."

Dan who is more experienced in the psychadelic wonderland was thoroughly enjoying the movie and we sat and lauphed until the food was ready. My neihbor who was cooking the food has not a clue what its like to trip, nor to even be fucked up in general and she thought it would be nice to set the table and all eat together.

This idea didnt have a shot from the beginning and as we all looked up at the lonely, perfectly organized table of plates and napkins and utencils we immediatly told her it wouldnt work.

But she insisted anyway and as soon as we sat down we just for no reason all burst into laughter, screaming, and tearing, and falling out of our chairs literally while she sat there looking at us like we were infant retarded children. The decision was made that dinner couldn't go on like this and we had to seperate a little bit, so Dan went to eat while he watched some tv.

After the food, Napkins made a guest appearance and as usual it was time to smoke again. We took a blunt ride to the beach with my neihbor driving because she was sober. At this point we were about midway through our climax and all wild and free enouph to do anything. Bob brought a bottle of bubbly and somehow lost it about 6 times throughout the car ride to the beach.

"Yo what happened to my champaigne? Oh wait here it is. Wait were'd it go did one of you steal it? Oh no I found it nevermind."

When we finally arrived Bob thought it would be a good idea to walk all the way out a very slender wooden jeddy.

We unfortunately talked him out of it but I think it was for the better. Napkins, being sober (not tripping), began to annoy us all who were tripping, and we thought it was time he left. We were saying things like,"Yo man race to the end of the beach you take a headstart." The sort of lets play hide and seek you go hide type of tricks.

Eventually we all left and headed back to my street, which as I said before is a prime tripping location. After wandering a little we went back inside with my neihbor and watched more tv, which again brought us to our own world.

We turned on Terminator and immediately felt action everywhere and intense vibrations and thoughts of "O shit, whats gonna happen". Every new show created a new type of vibe, feeling, and setting in the room. We decided to embark more on our psychadelic journey and all went outside.

Bob and I decided it was time to change this experience from stricly psychadelic to an all out shit show and we stared pounding down whiskey and cokes outside as we wandered. Next thing I knew I was out of my own mind and we were on our way to get 2 more grams and blunts to smoke, which was a genius idea.

I found myself in a state of drunken tripping freedom with no goals nor worries or cares and whatever was gonna happen next I was ready for it.

The drunkenness and trip mixed to create the perfext mood setting. We stopped in a Duncan Donuts and acted like obnoxious fools inside. Reopening the door over and over so the bell would ring, yelling at the employees, I even took a piss in the womens bathroom. We left and went back to my street were we smoked both blunts which revived our trips extremely to were I felt as if I was climaxing again, not to mention we were still drinking this whole time.

We decided to refill again and drop Dan off as he had an early day at work tomarow. About a half hour after the blunts our trip died down again and the drinking continued profusely. At about 3:30 am I decided it was time for bed and we parted bringing an end to a night of adventure and ecstacy.

The trip left me excited about the new seasons. The excitement of summer in this town is like being reborn and rediscovering the world. I felt like I had just come out of hibernation and all the fun is just beggining and im sure there will be plenty more experiences like this one to come.