Agoust
I'll have the veal.
Registered: Jul 2000
Location: Ivory Tower, USA
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Wow Chelle, glad to hear your son's ok.
I spared my mother the heart attack and waited until my sophomore year of college to experiment with munching prescription pills and otc drugs. Don't get me wrong, my pals and I had sniffed, snorted, smoked, and ingested damn near every "run-of-the-mill drug."
But one afternoon we decided that it made sense to get fucked up on our childhood meds. Each of us chose something that we thought was "yummy" once upon a time, went to CVS, bought a bottle, and proceeded to down it. My pal Fitz ate a bottle of baby aspirin, Johnny P got loaded on Robitussin. Me? I drank a bottle of orange Triaminic.
Besides a throbbing headache, Fitz was basically ok. But Johnny P and I sank into extreme intoxication. Moving was useless, but oh, how we gabbed! Everything that we muttered was funny, complex, and intense. That part was fun. What sucked was that I saw trails. Everywhere!
The next day, after I'd more or less sobered-up I was still seeing trails everywhere. Someone would walk past--I'd see their shadow. A bird would fly across the sky--I was able to track its entire trajectory. Wave my hand in front of my face? I could see its path for 20 seconds later. This went on for 48 hours before I finally sobered-up.
I haven't touched orange Triaminic since.
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