A Drug Story

One of the hottest topics of discussion today concerns the legalization of marijuanna.I feel as though I'm having a 1970's flash back.In the early 70's I was at college at Delaware State College.Back in those days a lot of us was so poor we couldn't afford a TV in our room in the dorm.So the school provided us with a TV room. And a bunch of us would gather there and watch TV.I remember when what was appearing to be an uneventful night, all hell broke loose.The game changer was this guy,let's call him the clown,whose past-time was plucking people's last nerve, came running into the TV room.He was soon followed by my underwear clad best friend in college,chasing him.Everyone assumed that my friend was after him because that clown had plucked his last nerve.And that my buddy was trying to communicate to him,in a crude and in no uncertain way ,enough of his shanegans.But something else was wrong.As soon as that clown my friend was chasing was out of reach,he went for the next closest person.And after he moved,my friend went after the next and so on.His attacks had no method.They were all random. My friend actually managed to grabbed the last guy.Who hit him in the face.And my friend did n't even blink.Then someone yelled "he's high?'.It took five guys to over-power and carry my friend to the infirmary. After the excitement had quieted down I made my way back to the TV room.That's when I notice a trail of blood on the floor and walls. Then I remembered seeing blood on his underwear and chest. I followed the trail of blood up three flights of stairs and down the hallway.The blood trail lead to the closed door of my fiend's room.Hesitently,I opened the door.I was aghast at the sight of of the room.Everything glass or plastic had been smashed.The floor was awash with blood and shards of glass and plastic.Even his window had been completely shattered. Florecent bulbs, my friends roommate's dust cover for his record player as well as his roommate record collection were all abilarated Thank goodness his roommate had gone home for the weekend.At one point,while in the infirmary my friend began ripping at nurse's uniform.The word of my fiend's bad trip spread around the campus like wildfire.Into the night I saw lots of my high fellow students walking around scsred.People on drug trips become more paranoid when they hear about others bad trips.They also fear bad thoughts will turn their mellow trip into a nightmear.Plus there are police concerns. It's my understanding in the state of Delaware. one must spend 48hrs in the state hosp after a bad drug trip for observation.After his hosp stay and after he was let back in school, I asked him what was going through his head during his bad trip.He said he didn't know what was real and what was a dream. Thereforedream.So he testedeverything,almost.Te reason for all the blood, he was swimming and rolling around in the broken glass and plastic.He was testing it. My friend wanted to see if the broken glass was real.My college buddy almost jumped out his 3rd story window. Thank God he managed to convince himself that the window was real.