My group was around the age of 15 to 17. We had all dropped acid, and went to a party that a coworker had invited us to. it was out in the known redneck parts of the county. Like an idiot, my drug dealing friend brings a whole quarter pound of pot in an attempt to make some money at the party. We get there as the acid is kicking in in there is two distinct groups at this party. that's not too abnormal for teenagers to separate into cliques I guess, but these were older people. These people were range 20 to 30 years old. one group, hanging out on the porch, was all for what seemed to be like rednecks . The other group, it was hanging out by the fire, was all black people. We approach the house and are greeted by the one person that we know there, and everybody eyes on us and give us an unwelcoming feeling. We were there maybe 30 minutes or so, you know we had sort of split up, some of us were by the fire, and some of us were still by the porch. How was by the porch when another friend of mine pulled out a bullet full of cocaine. He took a couple bumps, passed it to my other friend. at that moment, a tall lanky possibly 30 year old man stands up out of his rocking chair and points at my friend who is now holding the bullet.
"Cocaine?!"
He yelled as the party went silent.
"Yea, it's just a little bit of coke" my friend replied.
Now for everyone who has never taking acid before, it's not all rainbows and food vibes. There is definitely weird and bizzare feelings it can bring on as well.
"Get drunk you do cocaine you get DUI." yelled the man, who looked as if he was ripping through my buddies soul with his cracked out stare.
The guy stared yelling about how much cocaine he has done in his day. This goes on for at least a minute and I can hear something in the background. It's a train. The train sounds like it's coming right for us. Louder and louder this train gets as this dude continues to yell
"I got a plastic nose!" was the last thing I could make out as the train roared right by the back of this house. The man is still yelling staring directly at my buddy but no one can hear him. All we hear is the train going by. At this point someone grabs me. It's my other buddy who was at the fire. He yells, "let's go! They're gonna rob mark" mark is already running to the car with his backpack full of weed and this group of black people is moving quickly towards him. We took off running and jumped in the car as the group of dudes surrounded the car and started banging on the car and yelling how the just want to talk and just wanted to look at thew weed. My buddy sped off into the night. We turned on some tunes and decided what to do with the rest of our night.