Teenage Psychedelic Rebel Sparks an Unforgettable Road Trip Adventure Should I go back and get her? I met her at a little gas station on the corner. We started chatting online earlier that night on a social networking sight. We both were into psychedelics and were down for a trip. She hopped into my van looking like a perfect little angel, a devil in disguise I was soon to find out. Here she was dressed in pink pajamas and a long pointy purple hippy hat. Her hair was bleach blonde and blue at the tip. She was positively adorable, and barely 18. “Ok, so where can we park?” I asked knowing we’d be taking a nice long trip nowhere. I had some kick ass Lucy I’d picked up down south and I knew we were in for one helluva ride. She directed me out of the parking lot and around the corner to a nice quiet spot on the side of the street. “That’s my daddies place right over there” she said as she pointed out the window across the street. “Oh crazy” “Yeah, it’s ok, I’m his little lab rat. My brain’s like a cracked hard drive from all the psychedelics I’ve done.” I asked her if she could roll a joint, a skill I’ve never mastered even though I’m more than twice her age. She proceeded to roll the fattest joint I’ve seen in quite some time as she told me all about her daddy and how he’s always got some sort of psychedelics on hand from his buddy the chemist. He’s experimenting with all the different analogs out there that have one thing or another different from the one before it. I don’t understand it all; I never was good with chemistry anyways. This girl, however, knew a lot. I found out later she dropped out of school at 14. You’d have never known it though. She was sharp as a blade fresh out of the package She listed off a whole grocery list of the different chemicals she’s tripped on. Knew their street names, proper names, what they did, side effects, everything. She's kept journals and notes during and after her trips to keep track of all she experienced. She swore she’s never gotten into anything hard, not even a bit of blow and certainly nothing involving needles. …but everything was about to change
