Another Tuesday night

adventures from when I was a badass

This was back in the 70's so don't judge!
My brother had a party. Why? because it was Tuesday. I show up with a case of beer and everyone is looking at my beer like a school of hungry piranhas. Gulp! My bro informs me that no one has any money so there was a mickey of bad rye being shared by 7 people. Now I had been out mushroom picking the day before and had three bread bags full of happy shrooms in my car. (a 1970 chevelle) I retrieved a bag and we made a stew pot full of magic tea. This got things hopping!

A little while later, Chris, the biker I have written previously about, shows up and tells me to hold out my hand. In it he drops 2 hits of purple microdot, which I swiftly ingest. An hour later I am just flooped and the door opens and three friends of mine walk in. They did not know who's house it was, they just recognized my car, and figured " well if the swinemiester is there, fun is to be had!"

They had no booze or dope and the tea was long gone, so I grabbed a second bag of mushrooms which they devoured like a pack of mutant hyena apes. (did I mention I was on mushrooms and acid?)

anyway, the party was winding down. Someone had absconded with the toilet. (a story for a later time) and we were restless. I and my three friends decided to bug out, hop in my car and drive to Denny's in Port coquitlam, an hours drive from where we were.

We were traveling down the lougheed highway, and I was arguing with my friend, known here in as "pedestrian boy" about who was the better guitarist, Steve Howe from yes or Jimmy Page. suddenly silence ensued......I look at P boy and he is convulsing and foaming at the mouth. "Holy S**T!" I cry and pull over. Me and Mr R get him out and start walking him around on the side of the road, but he is fucked up. Mr T, still in the back seat informs me of the location of the nearest hospital, so we load Pboy into the front seat, Mr R beside him and we set off back the way we came heading to the hospital at a high rate of speed.

I blew through a red light at Broadway and Fraser seeing the cop at the last second. The cop gets right on our tail and I pull over. Cop runs up, I get flashlight in the face. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" I'm like "My friend is sick, I'm taking him to the hospital!"

He shines his light on Pboy, who is all grey an flobitybobity, and he looks at me and says "Which hospital?" I tell him and he says "OK I'll follow you" I shrug "whatever"

So here we are screaming down Broadway in my hot Chevelle, a cop car right on my a*s with lights and siren going, it's three am so all the nightclubs are just closing, and drunk people are all heading home. I've got the windows down and I can here applause and whistles and people yelling "Go for it dude!" MrT is in the back seat repeating over and over "If you let me out now I will walk home"

2 blocks from the hospital the cop gets on the PA and tells me to stop. He runs up and tells me I'm going the wrong way, and that an ambulance is on the way. Sure enough an ambulance, 4 more cop cars, a fire truck and fire rescue all show up. Look at all the pretty lights!
They drag Pboy into the ambulance, and the cops proceed to search my car. Cop finds my last bag of mushrooms and proceeds to lecture me on the dangers of drugs. I am so fucked up that all I hear is charlie browns teacher...Wha wha wha...
Then the same cop gets into an argument with a fireman about the dangers of mushrooms and I sort of slink away sideways.

Pboy emerges from the ambulance all s***s and giggles. I ask him what they did, and he's like "They put a bag over my head...I was hyperventilating" I wanted to punch him in the pie hole!

I'm looking around and no one is paying attention to us, so I load everyone back in the car, and we calmly drive away without anyone noticing. There is silence as we drive back towards home and I realize that I still have a bag of shrooms on the seat. Pboy looks at me and says "Think your brothers party is still going?"
I reply "Dude! I so want to punch you in the pie hole!"

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is the best party-time scribble I've ever read. I'm insanely jealous at your ability to tell a butt-kicking funny visual high-energy story! The fact that you were all a bunch of law-breaking drug fiends is beside the point in your story, even tho you threw down some exquisite details on that thread. The problem with most drug stories is that they are all fizzled out & bloated with dumb details about being fucked up, as if THAT is the story. You totally avoided that downfall & zipped right thru each mini-climax keeping this story a wild ride (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Misterr Remeat]

Pretty soon I'll start writing about my days at the ski resort in the 80's. stay tuned....

[barleygirl]

I will want to read any story you ever write! Wake me up if I'm in la-la land & miss something I should read of yours!

[APOORVA]

impressive piece of writing, commendable one