Life & Death on Acid
So there I was, enjoying the sunshine with a group of friends on the beach at the mouth of a river, celebrating my birthday in fine style. I'd had a swim, but had now come out of the water as the acid was really kicking in.

After a while, I noticed that the happy laughing and splashing noises seemed to have changed, and raised my vibrating head up to see what was going on. It seemed that the tide had turned, and the two girls who were still in the water were being pulled away from the shore by a strong undertow. They were beginning to panic as they couldn't seem to make any headway, however hard they swam.

Everyone else seemed to be flanging, so I had a moment of clarity where I thought "So, just what kind of a person are you?" and then (somewhat to my surprise) jumped in and swam over to the one furthest out, and helped her back to shore. Someone else was spurred into action and pulled the other one out too.

After that we decided we'd had enough of water, and headed back up to our tent, which was in the fields attached to my girlfriend's aunt and uncle's farm. By now the combination of drugs and adrenaline meant I was completely fucking spangled, and barely capable of coherent speech. Which was rather a pity as, at that moment, the (rather straight-laced) aunt and uncle popped up out of nowhere with a large cake, singing Happy Birthday to me...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:53, 1 reply)

cake or death...
you chose wisely :)
(quibble, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 20:45, closed)