Was wandering the streets of Buffalo NY with my girlfriend (now wife), her roommate and my roommate (all on acid). We came upon the 24 hour store on Elmwood Ave. There was a small puddle on the sidewalk as it had been raining. Thats not how we saw it though. Looked like a huge lake with no bottom and it scared us. Thought we would fall in and drown! Then a homeless man approached me and started asking for money. I told him I didn't have any. After several rounds of asking for money and telling him I didn't have any my genius girl friend started demanding that I buy her a candy bar at the 24 hour store. After telling her that I just told the homeless guy I didn't have any money she went on a rant about how I have plenty of money in my wallet and continued demanding I buy her a candy bar.
So for what seemed like an hour I was battling between a homeless man who I am telling I have no money and my girlfriend loudly proclaiming I have plenty of money and demanding a candy bar. I was just waiting for the homeless man to jump me. I finally broke down, bought the candy bar, and got outta there as fast as I could, being sure to miss the giant ocean on the sidewalk that was sure to swallow me whole.
That was a funny acid story. Here is one back at ya:
One summer after my freshman year of college, me and my two roomies were tripping hard. We decided to take a walk to the corner store. While walking thru the parking lot we passed one of those coin operated car vaccuum cleaners. Some how we got the idea that if we put our money in it and poured bubbles in the hose that it would turn into a giant bubble machine. We ran into the store, bought our bubbles, plunked our coins in and poured in the bubbles. We stood around that machine with I am sure the look of eager anticipation on our faces. We all realized at about the same time that we had just wasted our coins and bubbles. We turned away from the machine and laughed all the way home.
One night I was majorly dosed at my dorm - so dosed I couldn't really talk and my Datsun B210's dashboard looked like the space shuttle's instrument panel. My friends tired of listening to albums like "Here comes the Warm Jets" etc and wanted to go out. There was a frat party at the building next door. My "friends" told me to go in. It was Rush and they were putting on name tags and the guy at the door asked me my name. I was at a loss for words so he put a ? on my name tag. It was a "hurricane" party (the drink) and they were having a contest to see who could drink one the fastest. I knew I wanted some alcohol so I elbowed my way up. They put a HUGE glass in front of me and started counting while 4 or 5 of us drank it as fast as possible. I drained it like it was water. They freaked (it contained probably 12 ounces of liquor). They refilled it and I did it again. About that time the ultimate prep (he looked like he was molded out of plastic) showed up with a couple of his friends and said I didn't belong there. I had to agree with him!
I enjoyed it for years but alcohol eventually got the better of me. I have been sober for over 20 years now by the grace of God.