You could crumple a whole sheet and shove it in your mouth if you wanted. My friend CJ would often walk around with a Sweet Breath bottle full and he would drop some on your tongue every now and then, I think one night he dosed me 10 times and thats more acid than you get in your tiny tab of blotter. We ended up walking to the beach at 3:00am after the bar closed and sat for hours before we went back after the sunrise to a bar which reopened at 6:00am and drank until 11:30am and then tried to eat breakfast at Denny's but my happy face pancakes kept winking at me so I quit and we hid in an underground bar until the shit wore off and then it started up again, because he had dropped some more in my drink at Denny's but at least in between peaks I ate a burrito from Poncho's Kitchen at the Red Lion. Then we proceeded to party for another night and then popped some tabs of E and some vicodin and more acid and smoked out the boys from Sunburn on every break they took. Next thing I know the bar was closing again and I wasn't the least bit sleepy so we hiked up the road to the rave clubs and sat in the Trip Hop room telling stories from out of no where, ecstacy does that to your mouth, blowing the first time trippers minds. That was cool for about 2 hours then we found some other friends and went back to their place and smoked out and finally sunk into a daze that led to a well needed rest. But we only slept about four or five hours and then we were out and about the next day scoring more shit for that day cause it was Halloween and we wanted to be totally tripping for that shit. I waited at the coffee shop while he ran around town getting us hooked up and securing our hotel room and rounding up our Clan of Tripmasters. I wrote alot of strange poems that day.ihateschoolmt said:Wouldn't 6 hits kill you?