I was 15 and on probation at the time for MIP of a few grams of pot. I was hanging out down town, and had bought some orange microdots for a little party my close girlfriends and I were having. I bought them from a guy I knew wouldnt rip me off, but one of my good guy friends had some beef with the dude, and somehow convinced me that I needed to take one right then to test it, and if it was bunk him and this other, much older dude (I think he was 28... course now thats not a creepy age difference lol), would get my money back. Being the young and impressionable girl that I was, I took a hit. I was right, they were wrong. I tripped SO hard, and it was so super clean and good that despite the fact that some fucked up things happening that day, I still didn't have a bad trip LOL!
Much of that long, confusing day is a blur to me, LOL, but I do remember a few things. I had the rest of the dots in a cigarette cellophane inside an empty makeup compact in my pocket. Right as I was peeking I went with a goody-two-shoes, recently turned bad girl friend to smoke a joint she had down this little trail at the river front. RIght as we came back up the bank we were met by a cop car careening down the grassy bank. I tell myself to KEEP MY HAND OUT OF MY POCKET!! I am high enough at this point that in my inexperience with hard drugs, I am having a hard time maintaining, so of course I immediately stick my hand in my pocket. He gets out and starts questioning us, and I am begging myself to just be cool and not bring attention to the 5 hits of acid in my pocket, but I just can't fucking keep it together and while trying to answer his questions (and doing a super shoddy job of it too), I start opening and closing the compact in my pocket, and every time it opens and closes, the cellophane makes its obvious crinkly noise. I was certain that he is going to know I am high out of my mind and that I was about to spend the rest of my teenage years in a detention center, and was absolutely flipping out inside, but could not stop myself and take my damn hand out of my pocket.
By the grace of everything good in the world, he decided to let us go and I walked away shaking I was so scared and pumped up over the whole thing LOL. To this day I don't know why that cop didn't ask me WTF I had in my pocket. It was SO obvious!
Other highlights of the day include me meeting the most beautiful man (he was probably a teenager like I was at the time) I had ever met at that point in my life, but was so high right then that I couldn't do much more than be there all melted into whatever it was I was leaning against lol. Me feeling like the rest of the hits I had, had bad juju, and selling them to the older guy who had helped convince me to take them. ON the way to his house to get the $$ he told me it was his birthday and he wanted nothing more than me tied up to his bed. I was still a virgin at the time, tripping, and was freaked out by that, and refused to go to his house and waited down the block for him lol. Later that night, I was still hanging out down town, and he came up out of no where and started screaming at me that he took the 5 hits I sold him and wasn't tripping AT ALL and WTF did I do to the hits, I fucking ripped him off and what the fuck he does to rip offs and such! He grabbed me and just flung me like a rag doll into the wall. When I started crying, he wanted to hug me for scaring me and was so sorry. I ran into friends later that night who said they saw him and he was wandering around town just fucking tripping balls. Fucking psychopath! Finally, towards the end of the night, my good friend from earlier who helped talk me into taking the hit, came and found me and took me to a pizza place, and I puked on the table over the smell of parmesan cheese LOL LOL!
