Horrid Confessions II:

I had gotten a good amount of intoxicants for the little getaway to a camp my parents own in the mountains. The person I was dating at the time was on the same downward road as I was. Two lovers testing the limits of freedom.

We stopped at the State liquor store and took the two tabs of white blotter acid. I thought briefly about who comes up with the names of these drugs, and if it was possible for the government to be in on it, and having a board meeting on naming new brands as we speak.
Then, her and I smoked behind the liquor store building and headed the rest of the way to the camp. By the time we got in town the shaking from the torque of the engine had carried its reverberations into my abdomen and it continued after I turned the engine off. Feeling hollow I entered the convenience store and fumbled desperately for my wallet while explaining what I wanted, and held on as best as I could to my sanity.

Leaving the store, I new the next challenge was to hook up the propane gas to light the cabin for the duration of out stay. When arriving we engaged in some type of animalistic act and I realized, I hadn't hooked the gas up to the cabin yet. It was getting deep into dawn when I took the propane tank from the car and carried it to the back. When connected, I was confused by the loud hissing sound coming from the tank or the line. I couldn't be sure. I was trying hard to find where the noise was coming from and it seemed to be coming from everywhere.

I stared in total confusion and panic at how hard it was to focus on individual details from the effect of the hallucinogenic. Soon, to my amazement, hundreds of flies began to swarm around me. I thought I was hallucinating it as well, but it became scary as more and more swarmed around. I figured, latter that the propane gas was what attracted them.

We continued are drug fueled vacation as two high school kids, enjoying not being anything. In the end returning refreshed, it wasn't until the end of the week that I was told by my Father that at anytime during our vacation, the gas that was leaking from the line leading into the cabin could have caught fire from any number of ignition units in the camp, and it would've exploded right against the wall were we slept. He had driven up to investigate what I was talking about after we had gotten back. It is amazing how close things can come from going bad to worse.