Here's a good acid story.
(Back around 1993 or so.)
Stopped by a party with my buddy before hitting a dance club. Everybody was doing acid. I was not a real big acid guy, but popped one in my mouth anyway. I ran to the bathroom a bit later and spit it out in the toilet. I didn't know that my body had already absorbed it.
Get to the club, where I proceed to dance all night long. I don't stop, just dance...get down with the get down.
I get home around 3:30 am or so and realize I have to do my laundry, or I'll have no clothes for work the next day. At the time I lived at this totally cool apartment on the water, on an island off of downtown Tampa. The washer and dryer were free (believe it or not), down the stairs, and outside. So I collect my clothes to wash and decide that I should wash the clothes I am in too. Go down, start the laundry and start back upstairs to my apartment.
Half way up, I realize, something is not quite right. So I stop on the landing to try and think about what is bothering me so much. Feel like I'm forgetting something, it's just nagging at me. Then it hits me...I'm completely naked!
I took off my clothes to wash, walked downstairs without any clothes on, and started my laundry. Strolling past all my neighbors in the process.
The next day I see my friends and I say "Hey wow, I danced all fucking night long." I didn't think I said much, but they all died with laughter. I knew something wasn't quite right and one of them says "You didn't dance at all, you just stood there and starred at the strobe light for 4 hours!"
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