Clete & Don's Excellent Adventure Part 1 Okay, this is the first in a series of text files that we are writing about our excellent adventures while on various drugs. Some of the names may have been changed to protect the innocent, but probably not. ABOUT US- Well, since I'm (Don) typing this file, it'll all be from my point of view, I'm about 20 years old, and not much more than a bum I run Post World War III BBS and I play bass in a metal band Clete is about 20 years old also and he delivers pizzas for Round Table, and he talks a lot when he on drugs. ABOUT OUR PIPES- Well, we both have our respectable pipes, but what's really neat is our bongs. First we got The Cannon, which was purchased at Anna Purna's in Berkeley, it got its name because it kinda looks like an art deco cannon, that and its good at blowing you away, but the bong has had a lot of miles put on it and is about to be retired now. So we got a new bong, The Destroyer, aptly named also, this one has a huge chamber that just ruins you. And our best bong, The DeathStar, this is a bong made out of an old party ball, good party bong, once you fill up the chamber it'll last you all night. Now, on with our first adventure. I'm actually going to put two adventures into one since the first one is small and somewhat insignificant. We had this friend of ours at one point who had a pound of good humboldt green bud. We were over at his house for a party one night, and he drags all the people into the bathroom who smoke pot. He whips out this freezer bag just packed with buds. "Anyone wanna get stoned?" Well, we had no choice but to pack a bowl or five and get high. There were about ten of us in this teeny little bathroom. When we got done we all pile out of the bathroom laughing and coughing just reeking of pot, the rest of the people at the party found this highly (no pun intended) amusing. So Clete, Paul and I go out to the back yard and start going wild on the trampoline. Being as baked as we were, this was not an easy task. We kept running into each other and falling off the trampoline. Clete gave it up after about half an hour, while Paul and I went back smoked 2 more bowls and kept it up for another 2 hours. By this time the party pretty much was dying, and the guy with the pound had passed out and let the bag on the bathroom counter. Well, spread the wealth as i alway say. So Paul and I liberated about an ounce between us, it was a good night. About a week later Clete went to a dead concert and got more drugs than he knew what to do with, he came back with 6 hits of GreenPeace. About a week after the concert we decide to drop acid and smoke a lot of pot one night, and just go nuts. So he picks me up at my house and, of course, we instantly pack a bowl and get stoned, since i had about a 1/4oz. with me, we weren't too worried about conservation, we decided to stop by our friend John Yo's house that night to see if he cared to join us. "Hey John, wanna come hang with us tonight?" "Uhh, I dunno, what you guys gunna do?" "Uhmm, drop acid and smoke a lot of pot, hahahaha" "Ahh, no thanks, you guys go ahead and have fun" So we take off, smoke another bowl, and Clete decides we should go niche to drop acid. I agree and we crank up the music and find a spot. On the way there I start thinking about why were going to niche to drop. Well, I decide to ask him why were doing this, and since the music is up REALLY loud, i puff up a big breath and get ready to yell. Of course, just as I start yelling, Clete pops the tape out and turns the sound off cause he wants a new tape, and you thought that only happened at parties where your about penile warts or something. So anyway, we go and drop our acid and decide we need to waste some more time before we go back to his house so that we can be sure his mom had gone to bed. So we go to the Danville Luckys to purchase some munchies. When we get to the store, i throw the pot into the glove compartment not wanting to take it into the store. We go in and buy chocolate milk and chiclets. As were leaving we notice two rollings sitting in the parking lot bullshitting, they left as we did. So we pull out of the place real nice and easy, not going to fast or anything. We make a left turn onto Sycamore, and the cruiser behind us flips on those menacing lights. The cop comes up to the drivers side and tells Clete he has a headlight out (Which I think was broken while we were running over cones on 680 late one night). And of course the cop asks for registration and all that bullshit Clete opens the glove compartment, and boom, the pot falls out, right into the beam of light from the cops flashlight. Clete quickly dumps most of the stuff out of the glove box between my legs, which I then close. Were both scared to death now. The cop takes the stuff and goes back to the car to write a fix-it. While he gone I grab the pot and stick it under my seat cover, and pray. The cop comes back on MY side of the car, and start lecturing us on the headlight, all the while he had his light between my legs looking for something. Since he didn't find anything he figured he had to say something. "You boys just purchase a 12 pack there?" "Nope, chocolate milk and chiclets!" "Oh, well, drive safe." "Yeah, Sure." Hmm, heart attack city, so, we had to smoke more pot to calm down. Now the adrenaline rush got the acid straight to our head, so we decided wed better get home quick before we cant drive. We get to cletes house and his mom is in bed an we are happy. Now, we spend next two hours doing nothing but smoking pot, watching TV and playing Crystal Quest on the Mac. Scary thing is we smoked enough pot to smog his living room, we found this out after I took a big ole choker hit and puked in the sink, not a lot, but a little, well, we look around and decide some fresh air is a good idea, so we pack a bowl and head out the back door. In back of Cletes house is this big field, we hopped the fence and started running around in the field shouting. "I'm alive, I'm alive! Look at all the stars, they're all spinning in funky ways." "Well, quit running in circles, I'll bet they stop." "Oh yeah, your right, oops. So we start walking around in this park, piss on a tree or two and hallucinate heavily, Clete keeps walking around, and I get bored and decide to go across the street to the elementary school that's there. We're tripping pretty hard by this time, so i was walking pretty slow, not sure if the ground will still be there on the next step. I walked around to the back of the school and find this really stoney playground, its make out of plastic and metal, and there are no sharp corners on it, and everything is pretty geometrical. It was a very precise looking playground, we played on this thing for quite a while. After that we found a way onto the roof. Which wasn't very easy, since you had to prop yourself between a wall and a brick pillar and try to walk your way up. It's hard to do when your sober, much worse on acid, I suspect it took us about 10 minutes to get up there. We found this little hole like thing and sat in it and looked at the stars. For me they started dancing, it was weird watching stars waltz. We started getting cold so we went back to Cletes and decided we should drive somewhere. So we gather up the rest of the pot, pile in the Pot Mobile (Cletes '79 Blue Toyota Corolla) and start driving. Were flying down Tassahara Rd. and I decide that I want to drive. Ok, fine, but, I haven had a license for about a year, I'm on acid, I have almost 1/4 oz. of pot in my pocket, but I do it anyway. We head out Bollinger Canyon road (it looked nifty). We were flying along, doing about 50, and decide to smoke another bowl. So Clete packs it passes it to me, I start taking a hit as we come over this little hill, and I just happen to notice this opossum in the middle of the road! Clete screams I swerve and barely miss the damn thing. Ugh, what else could almost go wrong on this night? Going along Bollinger Canyon and before we got to 580, we took a left turn somewhere, and got really fucking lost. We just kept driving and driving along this long twisty road having no idea where we were. It took us about an hour to get out of that one, ugh. After that we decided we had enough travelling for the night, and rightfully so, and head back to his place. 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