I guess you could say this is my best story about the worst trip I ever took. I was like a lab rat for this buddy of mine who sold drugs. He'd give me all my drugs for free and I'd let him know if they were good or bad. One night he gave me these two caps of crazy looking ecstacy to try out. At the time I was i Osborne Village partying at the zoo and the night was kind of a blur. The next thing I remember I'm waking up under a staircase and there's this Asian guy yelling at me saying that he's gonna call the cops. So I get up and start walking around, and right away I can tell there's something wrong. I don't recognise anything, the air is different, and I don't remember ever seeing mountains in Manitoba before. So I stop this guy on the street and I ask him "where the hell am I?" and he tells me the name of the street we're on. This doesn't help, so I ask him again. So this guy looks at me like I'm crazy and says "dude, your in Vancouver."
Vancouver's not just like a hop skip and a jump from Winnipeg, it's like 3 provinces away. I must have been pretty messed up to block all of that out. At the time I thought it was pretty funny, but now that I've been sober for a couple of years the whole experience scares me a lot. Who knows what I could have done along the way. I don't know what other drugs I did, or who I hurt, or what crimes I commited.
Ecstacy isn't the great party drug everyone thinks it is. It's not all about dancing around and hugging trees and shit. There could have been any kind of toxic chemical in there.
Brian.
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