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My friend Colby and I started our day off with $30, looking to buy a quarter of bud and a few blunt wraps. We were hanging out with three other friends, Josh, Dylan, and Nick.

Our dealer said that he'd sell us two hits of acid for 15. Colby and I jumped on the opportunity, and we went to meet the guy. He also sold us a dime of weed and gave us a shroom for free. I took one hit of acid, Colby took the other, and we gave the shroom to Dylan.

We ended up making up nicknames for each other. My friend and neighbor, Josh, became the Party Boy. Colby was Jesus. Dylan was Mr Mobile, Nick became Saint Nick, and I was named Trip: The Fortune Cookie.

Later on, more guys showed up (I was the only chill girl in the area at the time), and they all decided that I should make dinner. I usually cooked for them, so I figured I might as well.

Bad idea. I had and entire counter top full of vegetables. I was missing several key ingredients, too. So Josh called a guy named Richard and asked him to pick a few things up at the store on his way over.

When the rest of the stuff got there, I still had no idea what was going on. I was holding a carving knife in each hand, surrounded by guys, confused as hell. My exact words were, "What do I DO?!"

I eventually kicked all eight of them out of the kitchen so that I could concentrate. I went into the living room and grabbed Pokemon: The First Movie, and put it into the VCR. I managed to figure out how to cook, and I started on dinner.

Considering that the acid made me forget how to cook, I think I did a decent job. Pokemon gave Colby a bad trip, though.