One Monday after a weekend of tripping, I took 2 and a half gel tabs on the way home. I was renting a room from these pretty shady people and was only there because I didn't want to be homeless. So I get to the house and the people I lived with were no where to be found, which I was happy about. So I made a bowl of cereal 🥣 and sat in my room watching TV on the floor. Soon after sitting down my door was slammed open and this giant 6"3 tall tweaker yells at me saying "Come outside mother fucker!!" started screaming 😱 when he proceeded to grab me by my jacket and drag me to the garage where two other tweakers waited. They proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of me.

The beating lasted for what felt like hours, but was most likely only 10 minutes. By the end I was stomped on ribs cracked face bloody and blue and it stopped and they told me to leave. I asked if I could grab my stuff and they said no and pushed me into the street. I walked down the road screaming at the top of my lungs, a bloody mess I was.

I get to the end of street when luckily a woman pulled over and asked me if I needed help. I said "yes! I need to go to the hospital!" At this point I could barely breathe because my ribs were cracked. She said "oh my God, hop in! What happened?" I told her I was beaten up. She drove me to the Mad River hospital in Arcata. I sat outside the ER smoking a cigarette 🚬 and I looked down at the cigarette and it was covered in blood. The people at the hospital asked me what happened and I told them. At this point visuals were intense, trails, tracers, wavy colours. It was not fun being beat up and having cracked ribs while on LSD. As I sat in the waiting room the police came in and wanted to talk to me. They took pictures of my body and face and asked me who the individuals were and if I wanted to press charges...well I told them I didn't know who they were because I was scared of them seeking revenge if I snitched and that's just not me. They gave me a card and said to call if I changed my mind. Anyways after sitting in the waiting room for 4 hours I was sick of waiting so I wanted to leave. The lady who picked me up sat with me the whole time to make sure I was ok. She was sooooo kind. I asked her if she could give me a ride to my brother's house and she agreed. She also asked if I was hungry and got me Wendy's on the way there...she was seriously a saint. By then my roommate called me and explained she had me beat up because she was convinced I stole pills from her and I told her she was evil. Anyways that's the end of the story I lost all my possessions and had to restart my life but it was for the better. This happened about 6 years ago and I've tripped countless times since then. I'm ok now and thankful I made it through such an intense and terrifying experience. Thanks for reading.