Jake's Story...

Jake emailed me this story to post on my self-expression page but that page got too long, so here's his story...it's quite interesting if u ask me! lol


Jon saw many lights. One thousand, five hundred beautiful stropping lights, covering his entire body with energy and enhancing his emotional and sexual pleasures. His hands and feet, lively shook with modern vibes of the sweet sounding whisper of the dreamy 3-D realm. Content and alive, Jon knew what was happening, his face pale yet sweet, and his eyes, surrounded by tense acts of swift movement and glowing objects. Jon promised his girlfriend he would stop. Jon can’t keep promises, because as faith led him to tonight, he was rolling. Hard. The sweat. The beads of sweat dripping one by one down his forehead, almost as if he was being sprayed with gallons of water. His pupils were taking up his whole entire eyeball, making him look sick and deadly. Jon took Psilocybin, or mushrooms, a type of drug his friend had been talking about early. He took quiet a heavy dose, and couldn’t stop from moving his cold, nimble body. His girlfriend told him to stop, a while back. She was afraid he had gone too far, and he couldn’t help himself. She knew Jon couldn’t keep the promise, but she made him promise anyway.
The music stopped, and Jon dropped to the floor. His jaw started to clench, and he suddenly realized the blood trickling from his mouth. Jon got up and went to the bathroom, were a found a sink to wash his face and mouth. His reflection sent chills down his spine, and just then he started to hear the music start up again. Before he left the bathroom, however, he stopped to think. He remembered Heather, his girlfriend. The vague promise he made to her. He looked at his hand. His eyes only saw a fast blur of nails scratching the marble wall. He remembered the promise. All of a sudden he looked around to see his friend Tom walking into the bathroom.
"Tom…, I…I need your help man." Jon barely whispered. "I need to get off of the roll fast." "How much do you have?" Tom replied "This here will do the trick, bring u back to normal in no time, I’ll only charge you 30". Jon reached into his pocket, and pulled out a clump of bills. Tom took the money without counting it and asked "what are ya on tonight?" "Shrums" Jon squeaked. He could barely talk by now. "God Jon, you just don’t stop do you. Be careful and don’t do anything stupid like acid it’ll kill ya you know, don’t roll and trip man, I guarantee it’ll kill ya." Jon simply nodded his head. "My runner will be infront of the bathroom door, wearing a blue visor, about an hour from now." Tom directed. He gave the money back to Jon and said "Give him the money, not me." Then, as though they never talked, Tom drifted out of them bathroom. Jon hardly remembered a thing Tom said, but was confident he could figure it out. He stumbled out of the bathroom and onto the dance floor.
Jon took the pill about 2 hours ago, which meant he would really start to feel the climax soon. Time went on and Jon danced. He danced and danced and danced, until he got so thirsty he went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. Then he remembered, he had to get out of the roll, he had to keep himself under control. He remembered speaking to Tom, and he remember what he had to do. He needed to find the man in the blue visor.
Jon walked up to the bathroom door, where he saw a short, skinny young man with a black visor. Jon all of a sudden got scared. He couldn’t remember if Tom said blue or black. He began to sweat even more, and shake even more. He needed to get off of the roll, that’s all he knew. He went up to the man and gave him the clump of money. The man looked a bit confused, but took the money a pulled out a dropper from his coat pocket. Jon was relieved to know that he would soon be off the roll. He was relieved to know that he would never again go to a party, and never take any drugs. This was the first time he promised himself he would never do anything again, and that made him feel comfortable.
The man opened Jon’s mouth a squeezed two droplets of the clear liquid onto Jon’s tongue. Jon swallowed hard and smiled at the thought of being clean forever.
All of a sudden John fell to the floor and started to tremble and cough violently, as his stomach twisted into a big knot of pain.
The man stood there in confusion and said "What, is this your first time on an acid trip?"


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