teenage "Bill": I remember tripping all night and then having to show up at college in the morning, trails and traces still evident, and walking up to the main entrance and seeing a bunch of people through the plate glass who were sat on chairs in the foyer, and then pulling the door open...but nothing! ... it didn't move in the slightest, and they were all watching me struggle.. and as much as I pulled the door it would not budge, and I was almost consumed by terror, until I realised it was locked and then I just waited until the janitor turned up and opened it... but that feeling of confusion of 'I am opening the door, but it is not opening, I'm doing something wrong and they are all laughing at me'
almost freaked me out.. I learnt it's best to avoid unexpected situations when high on LSD ( not for the first time to be honest )
I sometimes like to peruse the "
train wrecks and trip disasters" section of the erowid trip reports and will shake my head at the accounts of some teenager who drops several tabs or plucks some angel's trumpet and then heads off to school... but I can't be judgemental because..maybe I was that kid...*
* except I wasn't: it was my brother, who after dropping a tab, and he was supposedly a Millwall hoolie, now married to a bezzie mate of the late One Eyed Baz of Zulu infamy , who freaked out and bust in to my mum and dad's bedroom and screamed "I can't breathe" and they rushed him to hospital and then the locum asked him "are you tripping?" before sending them all home... lightweight**...
** I'm joking here because, although I'm soft as butter, my brother's hooligan reputation did gve me a free pass in certain situations