| Space Cake
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Stoner Buck$$: 495.57 | The Best Night of My Life
Good morning guys. I'm here to tell you about my ****ing incredible, best night of my life party that went down last night.
So. Some of you may live in Massachusetts. You may know the town of Plymouth. Every year on July 3rd, Whitehorse beach and the two beaches on either side of it become the craziest places on planet Earth.
Allow me to start from the beginning. As I told you guys, SWIM picked up 1/4 of shrooms on Thursday. Then, yesterday, I met up with two other dudes at Whitehorse. Now, the town knows this party is coming. The roads in to Plymouth are close off by police at 6 PM. Five ambulances are on standby. As we walk in towards the beach, we see one dude already being carried out on a stretcher. His face is covered in blood. We know ****'s gonna get crazy.
So we get on the beach. It's pretty early still, say 7:00 PM, and people are starting to flow down in crowds onto the beach. Every couple hundred feet a 10+ foot pile of old furniture, driftwood, cardboard, planks and pallets is erected. People are just generally preparing. Coolers the size of my car are pulled onto the sand and rocks, filled with booze. An official Moutain Dew truck arrives, then a Red Bull truck. There are a few fights.
Then, as more and more people go down to the beach, everyone suddenly stops. There's a uniformed, IN RANKS parade of at least 300 cops. They walk down onto the sand, and the crowds freeze. People in their beach houses cheer. The pigs approach you at random, very aggressive, smell what you're drinking, ID you. A few guys tried to run: they were tackled, cuffed, and arrested. Others were tackled even when they didn't run. It was a show of force. 15 minutes later, as the foot cops fanned out down the giant stretch of beach, six armoured SUVs arrived. They too pulled onto the beach. Now, people were forced to get clever. Alcohol poured inside wiffle bats, buried, carried inside ball caps.
Live music starts from the houses and clubs along the beach. People play everything from Buffet to Marley to B.B. King. Music thunders from everywhere. It's almost time for it to start getting dark, and crowds are still coming down to the sand. Now, piles of fireworks are being erected, some as large as the wood piles. And then.... the sound of helicopters. Everyone looks up, and there are two ****ing POLICE CHOPPERS strafing the beach. Loads of people give them the finger, we all yell. They stay. Now everyone starts to get worried. Did I mention that we just ate our shrooms? Well we did, a little over 3 grams each.
I'll skip the next hour, suffice to say some cops leave. Now the sun is setting. As it dips finally below the horizon, the piles of wood, the bonfires, are lit up. People are still arriving in the hundreds. Suddenly, the police presence is non-existant. They know there's nothing they can do now.
We're starting to trip. I cannot describe how perfect the beach was. And the sky. There were so many people now that you could stand on a deck or sea wall and look down the beach and not see sand for miles. Just people, lit by the massive bonfires that seemed to stretch into infinity in both directions, beacons of light in the gathering dark. The rocks and pebbles became more than three dimensional; they were four dimensional. Faces formed, and spoke, and broke apart in the flames. The sea ended a half-mile out. The edge of the world was there last night. Less than a mile away.
Time passed. We sat and watched a fire, met some dudes and drank a few beers. Left the fire and half-ran down the beach, through the people, we couldn't stay still, it was so perfect; we were filled with euphoria. About this time the Blue One appeared about twelve steps in front of me. He stayed exactly twelve steps ahead of me the entire night. He never spoke, but wherever he went, I followed.
The Blue One was fate. It was full dark, we'd wandered back and forth for miles. The crowd was a sea of life, glowing, a wonder to behold, shouting, the bass thundering in my consciousness, the surf crashing against my brain. We'd separate... the Blue One would lead us back together. The fireworks began, the massive piles of them lit, the smaller groups fired off into the night, sound and brilliant colors and light, overhead, running across the sand, engulfing us. Things became immensely clear; certain truths about ourselves, about the universe, about what we wanted to do with our lives. We found more shrooms and ate them. Everything felt open, the world was ours. There were girls with us, then there weren't. I was being kissed, then I was hauling more wood to a bonfire half a mile away with 10 drunken bros, and I didn't remember the shift or distance, just the experience of flight.
THen suddenly we were together again, we were all tripping sack, and drunk off cheap beer, whiskey, Jager, vodka. Someone passed us bong, we ripped it. Giant faces watched us from the stars, from behind the full and radiant moon. Time slowed to a crawl. Hours passed for us, but really it was only minutes. We were in the crowd around the largest bonfire on the beach, 15 feet at least, engulfed in radiant flame. The fireworks crashed, like great sex, building up, thousands of them tearing the fabric of the sky up and down the beach, each flame a separate soul, happy, fulfilled, screaming into the infinity of flight.
I looked at my two companions, and they looked at me. And then we started belting the national anthem, just three drunk, tripping, ****ed up kids, screaming with more feeling and passion then I have ever felt. People stared, we got laughter. And then, after the first two bars, others began to join in. Beers were suddenly in our hands. And the singing spread, down the beach, swelling, around fires and fireworks, until it seemed like everyone of the 30,000+, everyone with their heads thrown back into infinity, was singing. The noise was deafening but it was pure, it was good. Everyone screamed as we reached the last lines:
"OHHHHHH SAY DOES THAT, STAR, SPANGLED, BAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNEEEEEEERRRRR YET WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE? O'ER THE LAAAAAAAAAAAAND OF THE FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, AND THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOME, OF THE, BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!"
Then bedlam. Cheers. "AMERICA, **** YEAH!" "GOD BLESS THE USA!" "THIS IS IT BOYS!" "WOOOOOO, AMERICA!" Flags were hoisted. We, the starters of this massive singing, were hoisted on shoulders, hugged, patted on the back. There were green eyes in front of me, gorgeous chestnut hair; someone was kissing my neck, my lips, and it was an explosion of sensation. There was a face down by my crotch, female, beer was poured over me. So was vodka. The colors were the brightest, my emotions the peak of my life, I could fly, I could split the world in two, and suddenly everyone was singing again, EVERYONE, and it seemed like the fire works were percussion, the waves the strings, the fires the flutes, a whole band, and 30 thousand voices, more, bouncing from the faces of gods in the sky, from the Blue One, from the houses, ecstasy, joy. We found more girls, booze. Weed. They left, more, we were cheered wherever we walked, slapped on the back. Heroes. The fireworks reached their thunderous climax, the bonfires tore at the fabric of time, a peak, an orgasm of existence, I was in the sand, someone was riding me. Where were my shorts? My phone? I did not know or care. Suddenly she was gone too, I was wandering the beach naked. Found my companions. No one seemed to notice.
Then I found my clothes again, god knows how. Nothing had been stolen. There was a full Corona left there, and a Mountain Dew. Someone mentioned lipstick on my face. Light and sound and smoke, 30 thousand plus souls, wavering, united in this, this unviversal truth of being, of ecstasy. We knew the answer then, in the fires and faces of the sky, in the soft flesh of women and the solid mass of us men, in the fireworks and drinks, in the weed and the shrooms. THe circle of life, the persitance of being, the love of nation and country and family and friend. Walls of houses were taken down, as were decks, fuel for the fires. A car was dragged to the beach by its owner and set alight. God was there, and he was the Blue One and he was every one of us and in the sand and in the stars, and suddenly it was 2:00 in the morning and the trip was ending, we were coming down, drunk, arms around two girls each, staggering from the beach, a miles to the cars, amongst the crowds, the constant life, falling over past police and ambulances and firetrucks, the party had to end, they were breaking it up. Someone giving us directions, we loved him.
Found the car, the girls were gone. Found the highway, found home.
But we did not lose that connection. We are forever bonded. Only we know, or maybe everyone who was there knows. We know the truth. We are one soul, united, and none of us will ever forget that night.
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Sounds like a great night was had by you.......lol, good on you 
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