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Freshman year of college, Metal Kid loved to trip. He would eat a bunch of mushrooms, bitch about not tripping fifteen minutes later, then eat a bunch of acid. Then we wouldn't see him for a day or two. He doesn't do any of that anymore, but in his prime, it wasn't unheard of him doing a whole ten-strip. One of his favorite things to do was drop a bunch of acid and go to class. I don't know why either, because I would've laughed and screamed gibberish the whole time. And on top of this, the kid got straight A's in material engineering, which is fucking ridiculous. One day, two friends of mine were walking back to the dorms from class, and they saw Metal Kid standing in the middle of 33rd Street staring at his car. Just staring at it. People were honking, throwing things, and screaming at him since he was blocking traffic. His car was parked next to where they were doing construction. Apparently, he was tripping his balls off in class, and the bike security guard (who, I swear to god, wore a fake mustache - some days it's be there, all thick and bushy, other day's it'd be gone and then it'd be there again later that day) calls him out of class. Metal Kid bugs out, but the guy tells him he has to move his car. He gets there, realizes he can't even function let alone drive his car, so he just stood there staring at it for a long time. My friends see him, ask him what the fuck he's doing, and he runs over and says (in half-gibberish), "I was in class and a bike cop told me I had to move my car and I got here and I can't do it because I'm tripping please help me." So one of my friends moved his car for him. Ridiculous. Doing acid in class and shit. I couldn't handle that, I don't know how he could. |