Rock n Roll Jesus.....My first Trip
Where I live, the northwest cornner of Alabama, back in the early to late ninties and still today for the most part drugs are a way of live for some. We are known as the little Miami of the South, thats what a cop told me once. I was thinking DUH!! Well back then we all over did something or the other to the limit and learned lessons. Today Beer is my only drug.
Back in the day my cousin came to live with me and my wife, he had lost his apartment and needed a place to stay, so we said Yeah sure. Well we saw and did many crazy things during that year or so. I was introduce to anything I wanted and experanced life. I won't change anything at all. There are many stories during this time, I'll try to tell a few as the days go by and leave out any names and other unmentionables. Like I said this was years ago and everyone learned their limits.
One night we were all hanging out, we had about 5 other friends over to the house. We had aquired some Rockin Roll Jesus AKA(LSD). Well my cousin was an expert at trippin. One night he call just to tell us he had taken 8 hits at once, just so we would know. Anyway we all took a hit and waited. OOMY GOD THIS STUFF IS AWESOME!!!!
My cus said this was the most intense shit he's ever had, right then I knew I was in trouble.
It was a spring night very comfortable outside, we all went on the porch and a couple of other of my friends went to the back yard to just chill and lay in the grass. Everyones having a great time.
This is were the neighbors come in. Why is it alway my neighbors that cause a bad memoery. The house across the street was a rental (of Course) and the owners son and daughter lived there they we're pretty young like 19 or 21. So happens that night they we're also having a party mybe about 20 or 30 people.
We're all tripping our balls off when a couple of guys came over from across the street to talk, turns to find out they knew some of my friends there. Ok everythings fine. Two of the guys went into the side yard and hung out with my friends laying in the grass, but one guy stayed on the porch with my cus, my wife(shes not trippin), and Me. This guy keeps talking and he's drunk, all of a sudden he wants to know where his friend Wes is and we say he's in the side yard with his other buddy. Then he keeps asking the same question at least 5 more times and he gets the same response. This does not satisfying him, and accuses us of kidnapping his friend and we have him or have killed him. OK we're trippin but we know whats going on. At this point my cus is tripping HARD very HARD. He gets up and says "you need to leave dude, I'm tripping my balls off and your wigging us out go back across the street."
Well of course he an't gonna go, so things really go down hill. The next thing I know my cus is yelling and so is dude. My cus could fight real good and didn't lose many fights. Then they both stood up and reared there fist back to start to throw punches. My sorry ass gets up and gets between both of them and have each of my hands on both of thier chest to try to stop the fight. In a split second I realzed that, if they started now I was going to get hit!!!! I then realize I need to step back. So I did.
They started throwing punches and before I knew It there were 30 people in my yard at 1 am fighting. HOLLY HELL!!! My grandfather lived next door and my Mom and Dad lived two door down. I just knew the cops were coming and I'm tripping for the first time in my life!
Somehow the fight broke up and no cops came. My cus went to the back yard and talked to my dogs and he said they talked back to him. We all still had about 10 to 12 hours left on our trip too. My other friends said they saw dragons in the back yard and I kept think I could just walk forever and never go anywhere.
Owell I never tripped again! I'm too old for this shit.
Back in the day my cousin came to live with me and my wife, he had lost his apartment and needed a place to stay, so we said Yeah sure. Well we saw and did many crazy things during that year or so. I was introduce to anything I wanted and experanced life. I won't change anything at all. There are many stories during this time, I'll try to tell a few as the days go by and leave out any names and other unmentionables. Like I said this was years ago and everyone learned their limits.
One night we were all hanging out, we had about 5 other friends over to the house. We had aquired some Rockin Roll Jesus AKA(LSD). Well my cousin was an expert at trippin. One night he call just to tell us he had taken 8 hits at once, just so we would know. Anyway we all took a hit and waited. OOMY GOD THIS STUFF IS AWESOME!!!!
My cus said this was the most intense shit he's ever had, right then I knew I was in trouble.
It was a spring night very comfortable outside, we all went on the porch and a couple of other of my friends went to the back yard to just chill and lay in the grass. Everyones having a great time.
This is were the neighbors come in. Why is it alway my neighbors that cause a bad memoery. The house across the street was a rental (of Course) and the owners son and daughter lived there they we're pretty young like 19 or 21. So happens that night they we're also having a party mybe about 20 or 30 people.
We're all tripping our balls off when a couple of guys came over from across the street to talk, turns to find out they knew some of my friends there. Ok everythings fine. Two of the guys went into the side yard and hung out with my friends laying in the grass, but one guy stayed on the porch with my cus, my wife(shes not trippin), and Me. This guy keeps talking and he's drunk, all of a sudden he wants to know where his friend Wes is and we say he's in the side yard with his other buddy. Then he keeps asking the same question at least 5 more times and he gets the same response. This does not satisfying him, and accuses us of kidnapping his friend and we have him or have killed him. OK we're trippin but we know whats going on. At this point my cus is tripping HARD very HARD. He gets up and says "you need to leave dude, I'm tripping my balls off and your wigging us out go back across the street."
Well of course he an't gonna go, so things really go down hill. The next thing I know my cus is yelling and so is dude. My cus could fight real good and didn't lose many fights. Then they both stood up and reared there fist back to start to throw punches. My sorry ass gets up and gets between both of them and have each of my hands on both of thier chest to try to stop the fight. In a split second I realzed that, if they started now I was going to get hit!!!! I then realize I need to step back. So I did.
They started throwing punches and before I knew It there were 30 people in my yard at 1 am fighting. HOLLY HELL!!! My grandfather lived next door and my Mom and Dad lived two door down. I just knew the cops were coming and I'm tripping for the first time in my life!
Somehow the fight broke up and no cops came. My cus went to the back yard and talked to my dogs and he said they talked back to him. We all still had about 10 to 12 hours left on our trip too. My other friends said they saw dragons in the back yard and I kept think I could just walk forever and never go anywhere.
Owell I never tripped again! I'm too old for this shit.
posted by Allen Hall at 8:47 PM
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