THROUGH
THE PARTIES
Pleasure
and the Enjoyment Thereof
Unknown
to Spike, Doc had obtained a full bottle of Five Miligram Valumes from
his father's prescriptions in the medicine cabinet earlier that day. As
Doc placed Bob Seigers' Live Bullet album on and cranked up the volume,
he searched for the bottle.
Doc
produced the bottle and stated, "lets try some of these. I hear they're
pretty good," shaking the pills in front of Spike's face.
"No
shit?" Spike replied, grabbing the bottle from Doc's hand and eating
four of the little yellow tablets.
"Give
me some!" Doc stated, snatching the bottle from Spike and filling his
whole hand up with them.
"These
things ain't shit," Doc exclaimed shoving the handful of tablets into
his mouth, "Lets party. Fuck it. We are invincible aren't we?" came
from his mostly full mouth.
"Shit,
I'm glad that I got to them first!" Spike proclaimed.
Spike
reached over and took the bottle from Doc. Pouring them out in his hand
Spike started to count the remaining tablets. There were twenty remaining
in the bottle.
"Hey
shit head, how many pills were in this bottle to start with?" Spike
questioned.
"The
bottle says a hundred and twenty so that must be it," Doc replied.
Carefully
calculating the amount of tablets Doc had eaten, Spike added. There
were one hundred and twenty starting, Spike had four, therefore Doc
had ingested ninety-six of the five milligram tablets. "That's enough
to kill a horse but Doc can handle it," Spike thought to himself.
As
the Bob Seiger album finished, Doc rose from the chair and placed Ted
Nugent, Double Live Gonzo on. Spike noticed that Doc wasn't moving very
fast. Kind of like some of the slow motion visions that they had seen
when they were eating Acid or Mescaline. Being Doc was slightly on the
hipped side normally, Spike realized that there could be a problem.
Spike decided to phone his mother and tell her that he would stay the
night at Doc's house that night. Spike's mother welcomed the opportunity,
that would let Doc's parents deal with the two of them for one night.
She consented to the deal.
Spike
knew that Doc was getting worse. Within one hour after his call home,
Spike noticed that Doc was more incoherent and belligerent. Doc could
not go to sleep until he had returned to reality, or should I state,
life as he knew it. Spike stayed awake all night that night, making
sure that Doc did likewise. To Spike, the morning seemed to take forever
to arrive.
When
light finally sparkled through the basement windows, Spike got Doc to
his feet.
"Hey
dude, pull your shit together, we are the Street Survivors!" Spike gruffly
stated to Doc.
"Fuck
Yaaaaaaaaaa," Was the only sound that Doc had made for hours.
Spike
had only minor problems getting Doc to the bus stop and on the bus for
the ride to school. Standing Doc up and walking him off the bus was
not a problem, but the rest of the way to the smoking area took more
than Spike was looking forward to. Doc would wander, in a zombie like
state, bumping into walls and drinking fountains. After about fifteen
minutes, Spike had navigated Doc out the back door and into the smoking
area.
Joy
and Betsy were waiting for the two in the smoking area as usual. They
noticed, as the two arrived that something was wrong with Doc. Spike
quickly told them the story of the previous night, and the ninety-six
Valumes that Doc had eaten.
"We
have to keep him on his feet." Spike told them.
"Lets
head down the tracks" was Betsy's worried reply.
Just
as the four were leaving the smoking area, Doc had a quick flash back
to life.
"Fuck
Oakley Park! We are the Street Survivors and nothing will stop us" Doc's
voice stated loudly, echoing off the walls of the smoking area.
Those
were the last words that Doc said for over a week and three days. He
was like a zombie, stumbling around in a blind trance. The three straight
people tried to stay with him as much as possible throughout his intense
trip. All of them, especially Betsy, wondered if he would ever return
to be with them, or did he fry his brain permanently.
After
the week and three days had passed Doc slowly returned to normal. To
the amazement of everyone, he did not suffer any adverse effects from
the trip. To this day no one knows how or why Doc pulled out, but the
incident only enhanced their attitudes. They were truly invincible,
and Doc had put it to the ultimate test. They were the Street Survivors
and they would walk out of anything that they came across.
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