Teenager takes LSD, cuts his throat, and lives

[firewall]

Yesterday, someone made a huge post on another forum about what happened to him on LSD recently. Basically, he was home alone, he took a dose that he couldn't handle, and he ended up slitting his throat with a kitchen knife (barely managing to remain alive), wandering the neighborhood, and jumping in front of traffic. Here is the original post (there is more below):

A little more than a week ago, on March 31st, I took two hits of acid (turtles, for those who know), intending to trip. It was 4:40 in the afternoon, on a gloomy gray day in Green Bay. I had the house to myself all day, until about midnight, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Wasn't really worried going into the trip.

I should have thought more about what I did. I'd only taken acid once before, and a single hit at that, so I wasn't really prepared for it. I also took it alone, which was very very very stupid of myself. I can't really believe, in retrospect, that I did that. I'm usually very strict about having a trip sitter along with psychedelics.

Anyway, at about 4:55 I swallowed the blotter and began to come up pretty quickly. Those turtles had hit me fast the first time too. I was talking and joking with a friend, who is also a goon here, on AIM when I started to see light fractals play over my monitor screen. It was about 5:15 by this time, I think, and I decided "Ok, it's time to take a walk."

Now, I live in a very suburban area, so there isn't really much to see. I threw on a hoodie and some shoes and went out to walk around the block a few times, then back to my house. It was spring, there were birds everywhere, and they seemed like black shadows against the gray sky to me. I swear I've once seen a picture representing a LSD trip; it showed a warped, leafless tree with two birds, blacked out, flying away from it. I saw this exact image quite a few times throughout the trip.

I was walking down the street when I realized that everything was warping, growing, and shrinking before my eyes. The water tower off in the distance looked like it was my exact height and its normally light blue color was flashing between a pale blue and a strong navy blue. There weren't many mental effects yet. I felt exactly like , with the sunglasses and the smirking, and all. The asphalt on the roads began to form themselves into fractals. About halfway through the walk, three quarters of a mile into the one-mile circuit, I started feeling pretty afraid.

I realized that the trees all seemed like they were miles and miles away, even though I knew that they were more like ten or so yards between me and the trees. I hadn't seen any people or (moving) cars at all so far. I began running, to try to get home as quickly as possible. I started to suspect that I was alone, all alone, and that everyone had left to go out and do stuff and forgotten about me.

After some running, I got to my driveway, panting and sweating. I was getting freaked out, it was about 5:45, and I still felt sane. Looking around, nothing seemed to hold their shapes for long. No protean warping or spiking, just a general instability of form and line. The birds were seriously creeping me out now, whenever I'd look up, I'd see a ton of spring birds fluttering around or some hawks swooping through the currents, hunting. They were all blacked out, though, and I couldn't make any details of them out against the gray sky.

I tried to lay down on the grass to regain my composure. That wasn't really a great idea. I felt like I was falling into the earth, and my brain went into overdrive, screaming stuff at me like "You've lost your grip" "You're freaking out" "Look at those trees, they're reaching towards you" so I didn't stay there very long. I got up and went inside, which made me feel better for a bit. I went back downstairs to talk to my friend again. The computer felt alien and unwelcoming to me, so I just typed out "I'm having a bad trip, man, I gotta go." and ran upstairs to my room. Hid under the covers, but my brain was still churning out crazy sentences and being generally incoherent.

I threw off the covers, stumbled downstairs to grab my stash of the rest of the acid, and crushed it and went upstairs to the garage to throw it into the trashbin. I didn't want anything to do with it ever again. I went back into the kitchen to grab my cell phone, then got back outside again. Texted my best friend, pleading with him to come over because I was feeling very freaked out. I didn't mention that I was on acid, he wasn't too approving of my psychedelic use. He replied, no, he couldn't come over, he was at a girl's house. I asked again, begging, but he said no. I somehow found myself sitting against a tree digging my hands into the grass and weeping a bit.

Looking back, I'm not really sure why I got so freaked out. I was continually telling myself "You're on acid, you're on acid" so it's not like I lost perspective.

I texted my mother (which she never received) telling her that I had taken some acid and to please come home and not be angry with me. No reply. I was becoming very upset. I threw my cell phone against the wall and smashed it into three pieces. I sat against my car wheels, trying to breath deeply and think calmly about this.

It was at this point that I really lost control.

I started thinking... thought that I was the only person in the world. There was nobody else, just me and my perception of the world, and I had been living in a dream of my own making for the last eighteen and a half years of my life.

I've came up with this before, on a mushrooms trip, so it really hit me hard. I'm aware that it's a very childish and self-centered view of the world, though.

There was only me. If I died, there would be nothing. I was like a god. But I also knew that there was no god, so I became very conflicted. I was looking around frantically, going from the empty maw of the garage to the bending and wavering trees to the black flying birds to the streets that looked like rivers of gray back to the garge. The world seemed like it had lost all color.

Suddenly I saw that my life was like a cycle. It was cyclical, of course, how obvious! I was born, lived, until I discovered Drugs, then took them, then I would explore the "Edge of Consciousness" and realize that there was nothing there, then I would become depressed and kill myself because I couldn't deal with that realization, then I would be born again and recreate the world again. And so it would continue.

Well, fuck. What am I going to do now? Garage, trees, birds, river-street, garage... Garage, garage, house, house, kitchen, kitchen, knife... I had to kill myself. I saw the cycle, and I had no choice but to continue it. I got up, feeling like a zombie. My memories of the next few minutes are almost like a slideshow. I went into the kitchen, to the knife rack, pulled out a silvery stainless-steel knife, put it to my throat... and cut. Then I cut again, to make a complete line across my neck from left to right.

I found myself on my back on the kitchen tile floor. I was bleeding. It didn't hurt. I lay there for a while, bleeding, thinking "Now I die."

But... I didn't die. Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK. I got to my feet, leaving the blood pool and the knife there, and started freaking out. I'm not dead yet! I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead. If I'm not dead, it has to be a dream. I don't die in dreams. I passed out after taking the acid and I'm dreaming all of this!

I ran out into the street, looking around me. It was a dream, it was all a dream. I felt the blood running down my chest, soaking my white shirt with red. I remembered another thing... in my dreams the windows are never real. The glass is always gone. I ran to the house across the street and jumped at the window.

BAM!

I was on my ass, staring at a huge blood splotch on the glass. It wasn't a dream... Oh shit, I cut my throat, I was going to die. I ripped up some grass, tears running down my face. Wait, no, I intended to die. I'll just die, and I'll move on to the next cycle of my life. I got up and ran down the street. I was dying too slow! My shirt was sticking to me, soaked in blood. I ripped it into half and left it on the street.

"This is like a nightmare. This is like a horror film. What have you done?"

I stopped at another house, blood all down my front. I saw someone inside. I was going to get help! I pounded on the door. Blood spattered all over. A thought popped into my head, I should be naked, why shouldn't you be naked? You're dying. You should be naked. I took off my pants and my underwear.

"This is like a horror film," my thoughts said again.

An old lady opened the door, saw me, covered in blood, and screamed. SLAM! I was locked out. I wasn't alone, but I wasn't wanted.

I had no idea what to do next. My instincts, reflexes took over. The blood was clotting, clumping, falling off me. I ran through some yards, jumped two fences, and ran out in the main street near my neighborhood, University Avenue.

"What are you doing? You've finally gone crazy."

I saw a minivan coming. About 35 miles per hours. It swerved. I was too fast. I jumped in front of it.

I remember myself in the air, looking up at the gray sky.

I was on the street, looking up at the sky.

There was a mustachioed man, screaming at me. I couldn't hear him, I'm deaf. I could just lipread what he was saying. It was something like... "Calm down! Calm down! Don't move!" I don't really remember this part very well.

He grabbed my throat. I saw people all around me, standing, some of them on cell phones. I reached out my arms, I think I croaked out "Help," once again my memories are hazy. They avoided my arms. More people came to hold me down. I felt more hands on my throat, then everything was black.

---

I woke up at 9:40 AM, Sunday, April 1st. Right when I woke up, I couldn't open my eyes. I thought, "Am I dead?" No, I could feel other people in the room, if I was in a room. I decided "I'm done, you're done, done, done. Never again."

I eventually managed to open my eyes, and I was in the hospital, the ICU, with my family around me and two nurses looking at me.

I spent the next three days in the ICU. I had missed my jugular, missed my trachea, by a single centimeter. If I had cut any deeper, I would be dead right now. I broke my right big toe, still limping around on it. Lots of road rash, two major impact cuts on my left arm that will leave scars. My neck is healing up, but the scar will be there for the rest of my life. That, and the memories.

I've given up all drugs, except marijuana and alcohol, and even those I'll probably only ever use in small or moderate doses. I've satisfied my curiosity, and learned quite enough from the psychedelics. I just knew that I was done. I have a complete lack of desire to ever take another trip.

My reaction to the whole thing? I feel normal. I don't feel depressed or happy or anything. I think about it every now and then, especially when I handle knives, but it doesn't dominate my thinking. I sleep about the same as I did before. Actually, even better - I've been waking up at 7:45 sharp for the last week, 15 minutes before my alarm goes off. I've never been able to do that.

I still hold the same opinions regarding drugs - they should be legal, bla bla bla, etc. My family has come over to my side, seeing how I still defend them even after nearly killing myself and even after swearing off them for life. "All that and he's still like this? Maybe he's right."

I can't believe how badly I fucked up, though. Impulsive dosing of acid? Taking it alone? Taking it in a shitty setting? A little bit of forethought would have prevented all of this. I'm more upset with myself for breaking so many personal responsibility rules (and right after I explained to my best friend, the night before, how safe and responsible I always was and always would be) than I am for trying to kill myself twice.

I've lost all fear. Deep ocean? Vast space? Women? Driving? Nothing fazes me anymore. I almost died - twice - and I guess that had some effect on me.

But, holy fuck, how did I survive? My mom claims it was a divine being watching over me. I scoffed at that, but sometimes I wonder. A single centimeter away from the jugular? Only a single broken bone from getting hit by a 35 MPH minivan?

I guess I only have seven lives left.

After he made that post, a lot of people were unsure if he was telling the truth or if he was an elaborate troll--that is, until the media started reporting on the story.

http://www.wbay.com/Global/story.asp?s=6316000

Questions Remain About Naked Man Hurt in Traffic

April 3, 2007 06:44 PM EDT

By Jeff Alexander

Police are piecing together a bizarre chain of events in an east-side neighborhood, where a 19-year-old naked man threw himself in front of a minivan.

It happened Saturday evening on University Avenue near the intersection of St. Anthony Drive.

Police say it began when a couple at a home on St. Charles Drive heard a pounding at their door and discovered a naked man on their porch. Frightened, they shut the door and saw the man run off.

Moments later, and just a few hundred feet away, police say the man darted into traffic on University.

"Very bizarre. Very unfortunate that this gentleman threw himself in front of a moving vehicle -- and we're still trying to determine what caused him to do that," Dave Wesely of the Green Bay Police Department said.

Police say the man, whose mother reported him missing five hours later, suffered serious injuries to his neck and remains in the hospital.

He's also deaf, and investigators used a sign language interpreter Monday to try and find out what happened.

They're still not sure, but Police Chief Jim Arts says investigators have learned enough to rule out foul play, even though the man was already bleeding from injuries before he jumped in front of the van.

Police say it's fortunate the 63-year-old driver didn't get hurt.

"You can imagine if you were driving the vehicle and a naked person suddenly appeared in front of you. It would be pretty traumatic to you also," Wesely said.

It would seem that they have no clue about the LSD yet.

Here are some additional news sources:

http://www.thenorthwestern.com/apps/...304020043/1987

http://wfrv.com/local/local_story_092125707.html

http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/...3/1207/GPGnews

[Pinkavvy]

it's great that he's still defending drugs ... but his actions... his poor choices ... are still going to give more ammunition to the anti-drug community.

[pokeyjo304]

wow, that's a pretty intense story, i know people have bad trips but that one takes the cake.

[D.U.M.B]

It's a shame the person involved couldn't just sit and wait it out but now his drastic actions have tainted his name forever and more fuel has been added to the fire for those anti-drug campaigners to use in their arguments

[Nagognog2]

This sounds very much like another recent "I took this drug and almost died!" story that was posted on another forum. I call "Bullshit!"

[Alicia]

Originally Posted by Nagognog2

This sounds very much like another recent "I took this drug and almost died!" story that was posted on another forum. I call "Bullshit!"

Yeah. uneducated guy attempts to journey through consciousness without any real guidance.. hmmm maybe a couple of inches deeper would of made him see the error of his ways from above.

[Trebor]

Well at least e realised it was through his own fualt and not the drug.

[fnord]

firewall,i know you cant say the name of the forum but is this guy a respected member?how long has he been active?have his posts been on teh leval of a hip/totes kiddie?is there a rating system there?what dot eh member of the forum have to say about this guy?im basicly trying to figutre out if this is real or bullshit.probly bullshit.

[Nagognog2]

"It must be true! The police said so!" <koff! koff!>

[shaman76]

This also sounds like the Anti-LSD (and PCP) propaganda they fed us in Jr. High and High school. The names change, (when they're given), the exact circumstances change, but it's still the same ol' B.S., thrown in for terrify the kiddies. Besides, alchohol related fatalities are often much more bizarre than this, but they are to commonplace to bother reporting.

[Nagognog2]

Yep. Crazed kid on acid rapes puppy! The papers sell out at the newstand.

Puking drunk rapes toddler! Nah...Stop the presses.

[firewall]

Originally Posted by fnord

firewall,i know you cant say the name of the forum but is this guy a respected member?how long has he been active?have his posts been on teh leval of a hip/totes kiddie?is there a rating system there?what dot eh member of the forum have to say about this guy?im basicly trying to figutre out if this is real or bullshit.probly bullshit.

I'm not a frequent user of that forum, so I can't say much about it. The story is legitimate, though. Multiple news sources have reported on the story.

[Pinkavvy]

Do any of the news articles actually confirm the involvement of LSD? Or is this kid some random fool blaming an incident from the news on acid?

[fnord]

sources please?as in news links?

[firewall]

Originally Posted by Pinkavvy

Do any of the news articles actually confirm the involvement of LSD? Or is this kid some random fool blaming an incident from the news on acid?

http://www.thenorthwestern.com/apps/...304020043/1987

http://wfrv.com/local/local_story_092125707.html

http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/...3/1207/GPGnews

http://www.wbay.com/Global/story.asp?S=6316000

This is legit. The user posted the trip report probably about 24 hours before the media started reporting on it.

[Pinkavvy]

firewall, what are you trying to prove?

My point remains. NOT ONE OF THOSE NEWS ARTICLES EVEN HINT TOWARDS DRUG USE OF ANY KIND, especially LSD.

I think that whoever posted the story above claiming it was them and that they were on lsd, is just trying to relate a weird story from their local news with LSD. I'll bet if one were to track down the poor kid actually involved in the situation the news articles are talking about they would not know anything about the lsd part of the story.

The post above is merely rumor. All the time people make up stories trying to relate a news-article with drugs that have nothign to do with drugs. I assure you that if their were drugs involved, the news would have pickup up on it right away and made a BIG DEAL out of it.

[firewall]

Originally Posted by Pinkavvy

firewall, what are you trying to prove?

I am not trying to prove anything. I am simply making an informed decision about the validity of a story based on the evidence that is available to me.

Originally Posted by Pinkavvy

My point remains. NOT ONE OF THOSE NEWS ARTICLES EVEN HINT TOWARDS DRUG USE OF ANY KIND, especially LSD.

I think that whoever posted the story above claiming it was them and that they were on lsd, is just trying to relate a weird story from their local news with LSD. I'll bet if one were to track down the poor kid actually involved in the situation the news articles are talking about they would not know anything about the lsd part of the story.

The post above is merely rumor. All the time people make up stories trying to relate a news-article with drugs that have nothign to do with drugs. I assure you that if their were drugs involved, the news would have pickup up on it right away and made a BIG DEAL out of it.

I would agree with you were it not for the fact that the media was beaten by the person who posted that trip report. Indeed, they were beaten by a full 24 hours (if anyone doubts that claim, I have no problem with posting a link to the forum (or taking a screen shot). I just don't want to break any rules). Is it possible that he was an eye-witness who saw everything happen and decided to run home and concoct an elaborate story about it? Sure. But what are the odds of that happening? And what other scenario can convincinely account for a naked 19-year boy with his throat cut jumping out in traffic? He would have to be absolutely insane, which is something that wouldn't simply disappear after the accident; the media would know about it just like they knew about him being deaf.

So, there are two primary possibilities here: either he is insane and the media neglected to say anything about it, or he was using a psychoactive drug and the media neglected to say anything about it. I can't think of a good reason why the media would overlook the former because it would be too obvious after the fact. But the latter could be overlooked easily, because by the time anyone regained consiouness from an accident like that, the trip would be over.

Thus, in conclusion, I certainly admit that you may be right, but why should I believe that to be the case? Your post suggests that you are cynical toward this story because you perceive accidents like this to be a challenge to your notion of recreational drug use. And I won't blame you for that. But there are many important lessons to take away from a story like this whether it is real or not, because let's face it, accidents like this do occur, and they can be avoided if the proper safety measures are taken.

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[MrG]

Originally Posted by firewall

The story is legitimate, though. Multiple news sources have reported on the story.

Dude, welcome to the world of cut'n'paste reporting.

Just because you are told the same story from a bunch of different sources does *not* make it fact!



And one important observation regarding the timeline . . .

He begins his post by stating that it happened a little over a week ago.

The news reports state that the incident takes place on the Saturday and the report is dated the following Tuesday - three days later.

How do you figure that your mystery poster has the scoop on the media if his report refers to an event that occurred "A little more than a week ago"?

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	You got me good. Good eye.
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[firewall]

Holy crap, MrG, you have a really good eye. That settles it. I guess I should learn from Pinkavvy and start being more cynical. I certainly wasn't as "informed" as I thought. My apologizes, Pinkavvy, for questioning your motives.

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takes a big person to acknowledge this

[Lehendakari]

Come on, it is possible to lose control on a high dose of acid, it is possible to have a bad reaction, and it is possible that the story is true. There is a guy that reported a experience and a lot of new's references.

We have lots of scientific studies and proofs that cannabis does not cause mental impairment, nor permanent brain damage. But goverment and prohibitionists don't listen and deny this information the first thing they always say is IF YOU SMOKE YOU'LL KILL BRAIN CELLS AND BECOME DUMBER.

Ain't we seeing conspiration against drugs all around? Ain't we denying some facts cause the won't say good things about drugs? In my opinion there is a big chance the story is true.

[fnord]

as pinkvvy said above,if there were drugs involved the local news would of picked up on it,they wouldent just sya"hmmm i think the headline: local boy slits his throat would sell more copys the LOCAL DRUGGIE CUTS HIS OWN THROAT WHILE HIGH ON LSD and GOOFBALLS!!"because it just wouldent.if there were drugs invovled teh news would report it.plain and simple.

[augentier]

Originally Posted by fnord

... they wouldent just sya"hmmm i think the headline: local boy slits his throat would sell more copys the LOCAL DRUGGIE CUTS HIS OWN THROAT WHILE HIGH ON LSD and GOOFBALLS!!"because it just wouldent ...

LMAO the media would NEVER pass that up

[LysergicSound]

Looks like someone wanted a little attention to me but nevertheless bad trips do happen to certain people.. this might sound selfish but i find myself annoyed and aggravated with people who venture into the psychedelic realm and have bad reactions.. generally there are types of signs that can be derived from a person indicatating that he or she should probably not experiment with a strong psychedelic such as lsd, that might be a narrow minded thing to say but it seems true to me, psychological issues in the human brain from past experiences and chemical imbalances can play a huge roll and therefore can diagnose whether a person would have the mental capacity to handle a trip; someone beg to differ? i would like to hear what other people think about bad trip concepts.

[LookingForHer]

When you are on an LSD trip.... everything, all your senses can be screaming at you to prove some idea that is fucked up and bad and wrong. You've got nothing to fall back on. You can't even think straight.

It might have no relation to "underlying psychological issues". It's like you are trying to blame the user and not the drug.

To be honest I find it annoying how so many drug users automatically say "no LSD is all fine and it's a safe drug it's only loons and bad people who give it a bad name". It's arrogant.

SWIM's had very bad experiences on LSD. Almost got himself killed by jumping in front of cars.... why? Because swim was trying to escape and thought "well maybe the thing trying to get me won't dare follow me in front of that car". Nevermind that it wasn't real. It seemed real for all the ability to tell what is real or not.

It's all very well saying "underlying psychological issues"... but what if the LSD CHANGES your psychology? Then you'll have new psychological issues that only came from the drug.

You see, people just aren't coached in "LSD mental war-combat".

SWIM found the only way out of the bad trip, was to fight his way out. SWIM was being attacked by negative entities using the LSD as a way to make minds vulnerable and impregnate them with bad ideas. Once a mind had no self-defence mechanisms left, and was vulnerable to experiencing bad ideas... it was easy target. That is why SWIM found that only FIGHTING (yes fighting) against the lies that LSD was telling him worked. Part of fighting lies of course is to ignore them, and remind yourself of how reality normally is, but it's still a battle. Unfortunately, swim only realised this 3/4 of the way into the second trip. No one explained this survival trick to SWIM. Instead they blamed HIM, only thus making it harder for SWIM to fix the trip.

Is it "underlying psychological issues" to be lacking super mental-combat skills of being able to logically piece together what of your senses and emotions really are real and what aren't? Especially when your ability to think logically is being impaired by LSD?

It might be having "psychological issues" to assume in everyday life that if you look in the mirror there is another person there, or to assume other stuff that people grow out of by developing mental skills...

But generally, in real life, we can TRUST OUR SENSES. We don't expect our senses to throw negative nasty evil fucked up delusions which are only trying to convince us to kill ourselves.

SWIM has done DXM many times. No bad delusions there. SWIM's senses were warped, but nothing bad was suggested into the senses.

LSD was different. Bad stuff was entered into SWIM's senses.

So, seeing as in normal life, we can trust our senses.... how does it make sense to say LSD is exposing underlying psychological issues? It WOULD only if in real life we CAN'T trust our senses. But in real life, we CAN trust our senses, or else we'd all be dead because cars we couldn't see would have run us over. Survival of the fittest guarantees our senses are good enough to get us healthily through life, even if they aren't god-like senses which can sense everything, it's enough to be healthy.

So basically your "underlying psychological health" thing is based on flawed assumption.

It's also a nasty judgement upon a victim.

AND it encourages others to suffer more LSD drug problems through your arrogant support of the drug.

OK so sure SOME people just by luck or some trait of who they are, might always be mistrusting of their senses and trying to piece together how things really are and might always be already fighting against some sort of "logical breakdown damage" in their brain and might be suited for taking LSD. It seems like a useless survival skill though, because it's almost never needed unless you are already on drugs.

But other people trust their senses to not lie to them, and get by fine in life.

That just might mean differences in inner-workings may be highlighted by LSD, but it doesn't say anything about mental health.

And even then, those who don't naturally assume their senses are lying to them, can learn the "LSD mental combat/survival skills", if they are trained by in them by people who ADMIT AND KNOW that LSD will make you believe horrible fucked up things that aren't true.

But they CAN'T be trained in those skills by ignorant people who say LSD is all flowers and puppies.

BTW, shamans (non-ignorant people who know what they are talking about) regularly tell their trip-undergoers, that demons, negative entities, WILL try to lie to them and tell them all sorts of horrible fucked up things are happening to them. They tell the trippers to ignore their lies, and just remind themselves of how things really are.

But you don't do that! you just tell us to live in ignorance and only expect flowers and puppies and if we see any bad things, its OUR fault.

Who do you think is wiser here, you or the shamans?

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[Alicia]

Originally Posted by LookingForHer

When you are on an LSD trip.... everything, all your senses can be screaming at you to prove some idea that is fucked up and bad and wrong. You've got nothing to fall back on. You can't even think straight.

It might have no relation to "underlying psychological issues". It's like you are trying to blame the user and not the drug.

To be honest I find it annoying how so many drug users automatically say "no LSD is all fine and it's a safe drug it's only loons and bad people who give it a bad name". It's arrogant.

SWIM's had very bad experiences on LSD. Almost got himself killed by jumping in front of cars.... why? Because swim was trying to escape and thought "well maybe the thing trying to get me won't dare follow me in front of that car". Nevermind that it wasn't real. It seemed real for all the ability to tell what is real or not.

yes it can do this, but some monkeys learn that if u touch something once and it hurts they wont touch it again, yet some monkeys will touch it again.

People should remember who they are and know themselves. before embarking. maybe things can change. what swia hates to hear is that people crib about there experiences they had and try them again..

Set and setting, harm reduction education. Keywords..