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Cavedweller · 46-50, F
Well okay.
This is more like a WORST drug story. I was in my mid teens and at a gay club called The Mars Bar, with my girlfriend. An older woman approached us and offered us a smoke, outside. We agreed.
The three of us walked to a small Greek men's cafe, out into the toilets.
We started smoking, just me and my girlfriend. The woman told us that she had something to show us. At this point we realized it wasn't just pot we were smoking: we got that tingle in the brain that only LSD has.
She lifted her skirt and showed us a huge healed up wound on her leg. And told us it was from being shot. By someone she hardly knew, who had taken her from the Mars Bar for a smoke.
We lost it. Ran from the place and hailed a cab. We got home safely and tripped for the next six hours.
Looking back I wonder if she meant us harm or was teaching us a lesson.
This is more like a WORST drug story. I was in my mid teens and at a gay club called The Mars Bar, with my girlfriend. An older woman approached us and offered us a smoke, outside. We agreed.
The three of us walked to a small Greek men's cafe, out into the toilets.
We started smoking, just me and my girlfriend. The woman told us that she had something to show us. At this point we realized it wasn't just pot we were smoking: we got that tingle in the brain that only LSD has.
She lifted her skirt and showed us a huge healed up wound on her leg. And told us it was from being shot. By someone she hardly knew, who had taken her from the Mars Bar for a smoke.
We lost it. Ran from the place and hailed a cab. We got home safely and tripped for the next six hours.
Looking back I wonder if she meant us harm or was teaching us a lesson.