I love the way you write and I cant wait to read the next part!!

In the immortal words of Hunter S. Thompson.....

"Finish the fu****g story man!!!"

--Sorry about that everyone, I was not trying to do a cliffhanger...but I guess it worked out that way..

I guess the text did not all fit in there....I didn't notice that, here's the rest

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My mother was standing at the backdoor, holding it open shouting my name at me in a frantic whisper so the neighbors wouldn't hear her. Out of reflex, I automatically got up and walked over to her.
"What the f**k are you doing with the blanket stretched out on the lawn?" She quietly barked at me like a angry drill Sargent struggling not to explode.
"Why? what's the matter? we were just looking at the stars." My head was swirling in stardust as I spoke.
"Becaue the grass is wet!! Now pick the blanket up and get inside, it's late and I have to work tomorrow.

I informed my friend blanket loving friend about the gravity of the situation.
"Dude, you woke my mom up. we have to go inside."
We immediately followed orders and marched downstairs to the blanket.

T this point I freaked out bad and told my friend to just pretend that he was asleep. We each laid on different couches in the basement to make it look like we were asleep. After about ten minutes my friend tried to get up to turn the light on but I wouldn't let him.
"Just pretend your asleep man, I can't risk talking to my mother again"

As I laid there in the darkness I began to panic excessively. The worry shifted from my mother to every other aspect of my life, I quickly became a nervous wreck. The sound of a giant K-mart box fan on high speed roared through the still frantic night. I began to have unreasonable fears about every litte thing, I started to worry about what would happen if my appendix exploded, I noticed I had a slight pain in my stomach, I thought that it was my appendix bursting. I had visions of being taken to the emergency room. Somehow I pulled myself out of my horribly confused panic by thinking of the Pink Floyd music from earlier in the evening. I got up and turned the lights on.

My friend was relieved, he gave me a look like a had been subjecting him to a cruel torture, he told me that the darkness had been terrifying for him. He asked if we could play video games. I turned on my Amiga computer system and we waited for it to boot up. My friend had an awful habit of chewing tobacco and was currently holding a plastic cup that was half full of chew spit. After a few minutes the computer began running and I asked him what game he wanted to play. Just as I was getting ready to suggest Test Drive, my friend yelled an obsenity at me and proceded to throw his cup full of chew directly at my computer screen and spit out all the tobacco he had in his mouth as well, all over the rest of the desk and keyboard.
It was a very intentional and shocking act of direspect, even vandalism. He knew how much I loved my Amiga computer. He had a sinister look in his eye and was grinning weird like he very much meant to do it.

"What the hell man?" I asked him.
"what? Awww man you spilled my spit cup everywhere" he said.
"YOU spilled your spit cup all over my new computer man. what gives that's not funny you know."
"No I didn't" he said back with a tone of serious denial.
"look, first you forgot about falling into my drums and now you forget about throwing tobbacco spit all over my computer keyboard and monitor? are you being serious?
"I really can't remeber doing those things." he said. At first I assumed he was just mad at me for making him lie there completely quiet in the dark for a half hour while I freaked out about my mom. But I knew my friend well and I could tell when he was being untruthful and it looked to me like he honestly did not remember.

I actually reinacted his spitting move but he still didn't believe me. He looked at me like I was the crazy one. I tried to forget about it and we went ahead with playing video games until daybreak occurred. I was unsure if I wanted to continue tripping with this person, but I knew for some reason that I probably would anyways just because I knew of few other people I could bring with me to this strange world.



EDIT: Thanks for reading so far.. As you may all have guessed, the story is far from finished it's true. Next installment coming to a DMT theater near you soon.