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Originally posted by paigowprincess
You are making me wistful again, Sebby. This reminds me of the time in 1991 when the Dead played the Silver Bowl for the frist time and I was sitting on the ground at intermission between sets and all of a sudden, my friend got the acid glint and did the big claws hands and started shimmying up while Free fallin was playing. I thought to myself "Do I love Tom Petty or has the acid just kicked in?". The sun was beating down with a warm desert breeze and people were playing cards all around us. They had those weird showery nozzle things around the perimeter and my friend started diving in.
bottom line: day tripping is excellent and yes I loved Tom Petty and yes the acid kicked in. I think I hav like five tom petty albums and Wildflowers is one of my alltime favorites. Thanks LSD!
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Oh man, this is bringing me back. The year was, what, 1990? Double dosed before the show and, in the typical bonehead move, got impatient and double dosed again because we were sure it wasn't kicking in. Sitting out in the dusty parking lot, and things began to get confusing. Somebody was trying to make a pipe out of a coke can and cut his hand badly. Impossible amount of blood. One of the girls began crying and crying. These two other guys started yelling at each other, but the words were not really like words at all. A couple of us decide we need to bolt and went to the show. I think we missed part of it. Somebody had lost their ticket. Bad, bad tension. Do we stay together or leave this person alone outside. She pleads with us not to leave her alone outside, but we really want to see the show. We go in. Things get heavier and heavier. I start crying, weeping, I don't know why. I'm alone. People keep shaking me "Are you O.K.? ARE YOU O.K.????" Who are these people? They need to leave me alone. Their faces are distorted and I can see their bones coming out. I weep more. Suddenly there are cops, or security people, or something. They are yelling at me. Where are my friends? I start to run, and one security guy tackles me and drags me to the medical tent. Why do they have that needle? I don't want that needle! Horrible paranoid thoughts. Doctor is evil - part of some mad experiment. I will never see my family again. The cold drug shoots through my veins, and I slowly begin to stop shaking, and I did not even realize I was shaking. A few hours later, I am able to hitch a ride back to mildly close to home, and then start a 1.5 mile walk in the rain home, each drop stinging my incredibly sensitive skin.
Ah, good times. Thank you, LSD!
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