When doing acid from an unknown source, one risks either a bad batch that can turn things horribly wrong, such as jumping off a building or one can risk an evening hanging with the devil.

Halloween is my favorite holiday. It’s the only day of the year that is socially acceptable for folks to falsely advertise themselves; that sexy ass french maid you brought back home from the party last night...come morning, after the drugs wear off, you realize she’s no longer a she and even worse...he’s not even french.

This years theme was my latinized tribute to ‘Fight Club’, in this case known as ‘Fight Clubteca’. ‘Regla Numero Uno: No se Habla de Fight Clubteca’

My plan was simple: Eat that hit of acid from burning man, eat some ecstasy, head over to the Zombie Prom and watch reality unfold.

Yet before I could execute this elegantly simple mission, I had to make one stop. A friend was having a spoken word performance of which I told her I’d be present for. As I approached the venue, I saw that it was in a church...a church full of silver haired ladies. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. Looking the way I was looking, with fake blood dripping down my nose and covered in bruises. I felt it best to leave reality intact for our senior citizens. There’s always a time and place to torque the minds of others, and at a friends show, definitely isn’t it...I do have some manners.

So off to the Prom I went and the first order of business was to eat that acid. I had this one hit burning a hole in my drug kit for quite some time...it was a gift from Burning Man. And as noted earlier, you don’t know whether it’s going to be the real thing or rat poison, but with it being one hit, I was willing to take that chance. About twenty minutes later...things started to change; There was that familiar lightness in the chest, that slight thirsty nausea and the bending of the edge of reality. It was around that time I decided to eat the ecstasy as well. All these drugs were left overs from Burning Man and as the new year was nearing, I figured Halloween would be a great way to dispose of any evidence.

Forty minutes later, the Zombie Prom and my mind was in full swing, and damn did that bastard fill up fast. There were Zombies and Ghoulish fiends of all kinds...having to remind myself that this was halloween and not some alternate dimension of pure evil that I dropped in to...for if in a weakened mind state, such as going through a break-up or other weird emotional bullshit, acid can make you believe some fucked up things and it’s not recommended to take under such states.

As I was peaking, I went to the bar and order a beer...but I only wanted half, and standing next to me was the devil himself, he looked over at me and said, “If you’re going to get a beer, you might as well get a full one.”

My god...the Devil was right! Never settle for half hearted attempts. In this life the only way is all the way...As I looked closer I saw it was a good friend in disguise, but then again who’s to say the rest of the 364 days we go without ‘dressing up’ aren’t disguises as well...in this kind of matter, perspective gets a shock.

I grabbed my beer, sat in a recliner that was placed in the corner and had the Devil by my side, advising me in all sorts of deviousness...some girl-friends appeared and sat in my lap, one was dressed like a wild cat or wolf and the other was done up Dia de los muertos style, both had a rack and my face was sandwiched between them...I was in psychedelic titty heaven...

The edges of reality where blurring more and more, the dead were alive at this Zombie Prom and there was blood and gore everywhere. This one woman was trying to get my attention, actually she’s been trying to fuck me for a while and unfortunately, she’s not my type.

Sometimes, within the reality of LSD, if one is not careful, one can sink further into it and get lost for a moment, going really deep and potentially scarring your psyche, especially when surrounded by dead people. Fortunately, other friends swept me up and hauled me away to another party, one that was ragging and one that I found myself at the end of the night within the arms of another woman, a woman who I have been doing a dance with for the past two years, and suddenly she was gone. Even at this moment as I write this, I still can’t recall how she vanished from me and I still cant recall how I was on my way to the after-party, arm and arm, with another woman!

The after-party was a disaster...it was at the Odd Fellows hall in town, thankfully no odd fellows were there, except for the sardines that packed this can of a party. I went up to take a piss, only to find myself pissing in a dark corner outside, and over hearing a conversation a young dude was having with a lady, this is what I overheard:

“I’m not one of those thirty-something year old dudes who’s going to be sleazing on you...”

At that moment I thought to myself, “Asshole, that’s me you’re talking about...maybe it’s time to go home”

But going home was not an option, yet... I was still high as hell and still had a quarter vial of ecstasy left...that is, until the fight occurred at the cab. As I stumbled out of my corner and into the street, I walked into a high strung and overly dramatic verbal argument over the usage of the word ‘Fag’ and how someone’s sister is a lesbian and how dare he use ‘Fag’ and how the other asshole was ready to fight the cab driver over god knows what and how that asshole was dressed up as Brain Wilson...closing pitcher for the San Francisco Giants...(This is why alcohol is sometimes in some people, a very stupid drug. Alcohol, that legal drug; the one that is socially acceptable, taxable and marketable has been more of an insidious and evil fucker than the drugs I’m writing about) I stepped in between the chaos, reminded these amateurs that there were cops everywhere and dispersed the crowd with my drugs and freedom in tact. After that it was definitely time for me to go home.

I caught the next cab with some scared young girls who were afraid of the cabbies fast driving through pea soup fog...I got dropped off, had some sexting with the same women who wants to fuck me from before and in ironic fashion, the man who started the evening with two gorgeous women on his lap and the devil by his side, ended his night jerking off to his laptop and going to bed, alone.