A Terrible Mindfuck
Have you ever been in a situation where what you see looks absolutely horrifying yet there is a perfectly logical explanation for it? When you're un-knowingly put in a scenario where what is unfolding before your eyes could go either way? Like if there’s no rational explanation, you’ve pretty much just seen the most fucked up thing you could possibly see. It happened to me once and this particular incident really did a number on me and had I been anything but sober, I can't imagine what my mind might have been reduced to.
Mushrooms Scare Me, Again
I never ate those awful things very often, it was usually a spur of the moment type thing. Apart from the Cannibal incident, it was very rare I would actually put time into trying to purchase this kind of dope. The point of this brief explanation is that I was at a party one night four or five years ago and randomly ate some mushrooms. Elevated heights of paranoia and fear ensued.
The Atomic Wedgie
It was around Christmas 2001 and I was in my final year of high school. There were house parties every few weekends at this point as we were all pretty stoked at finally moving on to a more liberal school environment. Freedom was on the horizon and we would celebrate by getting hammered wherever we possibly could, parks, parking lots, movie thatres, wherever. This fateful weekend, we found ourselves at FrenchMan's house where I would be forever classed in the same category as the bullied and the ruthlessly embarrassed.
Strange Vibrations
Right after finishing high school, HorseBoy, Gonads the Barbarian and I became excessive drinkers. We were only 17 but still managed to become regulars at a local bar. It was a shit-hole but they served us drink and never gave us any hassle. We spent, at the very least, five or six days of the week perched at the bar, smashing down anything and everything we could get our hands on, befriending older degenerates and all around scummy people.
The Drunk Tank Beckons
It was February of 2007 and I was living with BrownTown for three weeks. His older brother, OneLove, was out of town for a month and BrownTown wanted some company. I obliged under the premise that we would drink like jackals and have ourselves a time. This suited him just fine. During our three week alcohol fiesta, I had nabbed ridiculously nice tickets for the Leafs/Habs game from my old man. We were something like seven or eight rows up from behind the visiting goalie, they were first class seats. This is how the evening went down.
Drunk Adventures In Mont-Tremblant
It was nearing the end of summer in 2005. BrownTown, his girlfriend CinBad and I had booked a week-long vacation in Mont-Tremblant, where we were shacking up in a seriously extravagant 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom Condo/Palace. We went up the week before school started to unwind, have some laughs and maybe have a few beers, maybe you know? Let's get serious here. It was my first year of University and I wanted to get all kinds of drunk before having to settle into the bump and grind of my scholastic endeavours.