that reminds me of a really funny story...
Me and three of my buddies split three eigths of shrooms before a Tech show in October 2005. My best friend invited his girlfriend to the concert, she was not totally down with Tech, or Mushies, so she drove to the venue (this is a very important part of the story) I started trippin in the car on the way to the concert, crammed in the backseat of a honda civic, I started getting a hella body high and we were listening to the radio station that was promoting the concert, and I swear I heard subliminal shit in the background about Tech N9ne.I thought damn those were some bomb shrooms! I can't describe the feeling of relief that climbing out of the car was. we got in line, Craziest weather I seen in a while, I referred to it as the "Tech N9ne storm"
So we get inside the show and there were like three opening acts (all pretty weak) but during the first opening group I realized my best friend and his girl who drove were'nt anywhere! My other friend told me they were up in the balcony, I believed him and forgot all about it and enjoyed the show. Wonderful shit, it was like one huge wave of energy. Kaliko was gettin married the next day so he wasn't there, it was just Tech and Kutt, so the crowd filled in for all of Kaliko's parts. I swear everyone in the whole house was reciting Kriz' verse on I'm a Playa. I realized how fucking high i still was when the house lights came on and the place cleared out. Casey was determined to meet Tech, but I brought him back to reality and then we went outside. We waited around for a while for our so called friend and his girl, but they never appeared. "Ok, maybe they are at the car already"...nope, car's gone, MOTHERFUCKER. All our cellys and wallets were in the car, so we walked, actually we marched like fucking soldiers for goddamn near five miles back to his house
Trying to formulate an idea of why our homeboy would ditch us like that, we decided he left to go home and fuck his girl. that was the only thing that made sense to us at the time. We were pissed at first, but then we had a good time just shroomin balls walking on a path by the river that lead almost all the way to where we needed to be.
I remember we kept saying that line from Yada Yada Yada "knock knock knockin on your front door" To our surprise his girl answered the door and handed me a bong, pipe, $20sack and the remainder of the mushrooms. she said, "here, take this and go."
Naw naw naw, we ain't leavin without talkin to dude. So we bust in the house and he comes out of his bedroom and says "I'm done...done with fucking drugs" I guess he had a completely horrible, end of the world type of trip and had to leave. My best friend turned his back on me that night, and he will never be the same person after that night, real talk.
I've told that story a hundred times, never typed it, kinda long winded but all true...anyone got any other cool drug stories?