Thats a little young, even by my standards. (re: John)
Heres one that should horrify and repulse.
Somehow I managed to get my hands on some acid blotters. I think I was in tenth grade. Yin Yangs, or Camo hits. Doesn't matter.
So I'm sitting in some early period study hall. Maybe 3rd or 4th period.
The school I was in, we were divided by towns. The Uptown, middle town, and lower town. None of us strayed from our respective locales. There was a trivial rivalry, but being on bikes, it didn't result in much bullshit except at football games.
So in this early study hall, I popped a blotter on my tongue. I have no clue why. It was pure stupidity. Some of the older class were getting wheels and going to Dead shows, bringing back the hits.
This kid from the Lower town looks back at me, and we got along okay - or well enough.. And I flash my tongue with the blotter on it.
Well.. there goes the neighborhood. Notes start flying. Bell rings, and out the door I go. Pretty soon in the hallways, I start hearing whispered brasky brasky BRASKY brasky as people pass by. Then as I pass the Lav, one of the older classmen says Come Inside, and the door squeaks open ominously, and I can hear echoed laughter inside..
They all know. I'm fucking dead... Underclassmen are invitation only, sometimes for a beatdown, sometimes as an invitation to get high. (this was '88, and people smoked pot in there, bigtime)
If I run, I'm a pussy.
So, fuck it, I go inside. Its a tight gang of flannel and Dexter red-lace rock boots. The week before, someone got seriously pounded in there. Like, for real. I'm pretty freaked out.
This big tall fuck says "Hey, I hear you're trippin.. Am I melllltingggg???" I was like nah, I'm okay. It was just a half. In the background, people are making all these little cricket noises, bird noises, shh-shh-shh-haa-haa-haa, like in a horror movie...
Guy says "Got any more?" I says nah, I just had the one half. I had a couple more, but we dosed this weekend and I had a half left, so I ate the last of it.
He says "Lemme look at your eyes" I guess I was dilated, and that satisfied him. He says "Got any pot?" and I said no. He says "wanna wear the garbage can?" I say no.
Magically, out of nowhere, a big metal bowl appears. He says, take a few whacks, so I do. This kicks me off into the stratosphere.
He says "Look man, right now, theres a lot of shit floating around. We don't even trip in school. (meaning the bigger kids). If you spazzed out, they'd be watching all of us like a hawk."
(This is not verbatim, but the message is clear enough- no more acid in school - and I got it loud and clear)
After that, I was officially a Lav Rat, but never tripped in school again, until my senior finals - which I didn't give a shit about anyway.