Smokin EnDo
10-12-2006, 01:18 AM
Taken from someone I know
before you read this make sure you know that i do not condone this person's behaviour. yes, this is the kind of person who gives drug use a bad name, and he was largely an idiot but i felt that this was a story worth sharing.
i went down to London with my brother to see his friend (who we'll call Paul) who lived down there and to go out for a few drinks. We drove down and arrived at about 11:00am and went for a drink. We asked Paul's brother (who we will call Harlan)if he wanted to come out for a drink with us but he declined and said he was going down to some park to try these shrooms he'd recently bought.
We went drinking and got back at about 6:00pm reasonably drunk. When we entered the house we saw Harlan and quizzed him about his trip. Apparently he had taken a lot of these shrooms and got rather fucked up. He seemed fairly spun out at the time. Anyway he started telling us about the kind of stuff he had seen and then told us that he had seen a goblin wondering around the park and had captured it and taken it back home.
Here is where the story starts to get very morally wrong. Just a warning.
We thought he was just still seeing things and was completely off his face still, but he was adament that he had seen a real goblin! He told us that he had taken it home two hours ago and that it was in his wardrobe. We had to see this so we rushed upstairs to have a look. We all gathered around the wardrobe pissing ourselves laughing and wondering what we were going to find. He opened the wardrobe, and nothing could have prepared us for what we saw. There was a man in his 20s with Down's Syndrome sitting in the wardrobe and he did not look happy. Harlan said something along the lines of "oh shit" and it was obvious that he could now see that this was not a goblin.
We were shitting ourselves and quickly decided that we would phone the police and tell them that we had found this guy wondering around on his own and had taken him back to our house so we could report him to the police and arrange for someone to collect him. It turned out that he had gone missing from his group and his carers were looking for him. They turned up about half an hour later and thanked us for keeping him safe. He protested and said that we had kidnapped him but the carer did not believe a word of it and continued to thank us.
Looking back, that was incredibly fucked up and it amazes me that we were able to just laugh it off, but it really seemed like our only option at the time was to get Harlan out of trouble, or we might all go down with him.
In any case i thought it would be a funny story to share, even if it is morally unwholesome to say the least
before you read this make sure you know that i do not condone this person's behaviour. yes, this is the kind of person who gives drug use a bad name, and he was largely an idiot but i felt that this was a story worth sharing.
i went down to London with my brother to see his friend (who we'll call Paul) who lived down there and to go out for a few drinks. We drove down and arrived at about 11:00am and went for a drink. We asked Paul's brother (who we will call Harlan)if he wanted to come out for a drink with us but he declined and said he was going down to some park to try these shrooms he'd recently bought.
We went drinking and got back at about 6:00pm reasonably drunk. When we entered the house we saw Harlan and quizzed him about his trip. Apparently he had taken a lot of these shrooms and got rather fucked up. He seemed fairly spun out at the time. Anyway he started telling us about the kind of stuff he had seen and then told us that he had seen a goblin wondering around the park and had captured it and taken it back home.
Here is where the story starts to get very morally wrong. Just a warning.
We thought he was just still seeing things and was completely off his face still, but he was adament that he had seen a real goblin! He told us that he had taken it home two hours ago and that it was in his wardrobe. We had to see this so we rushed upstairs to have a look. We all gathered around the wardrobe pissing ourselves laughing and wondering what we were going to find. He opened the wardrobe, and nothing could have prepared us for what we saw. There was a man in his 20s with Down's Syndrome sitting in the wardrobe and he did not look happy. Harlan said something along the lines of "oh shit" and it was obvious that he could now see that this was not a goblin.
We were shitting ourselves and quickly decided that we would phone the police and tell them that we had found this guy wondering around on his own and had taken him back to our house so we could report him to the police and arrange for someone to collect him. It turned out that he had gone missing from his group and his carers were looking for him. They turned up about half an hour later and thanked us for keeping him safe. He protested and said that we had kidnapped him but the carer did not believe a word of it and continued to thank us.
Looking back, that was incredibly fucked up and it amazes me that we were able to just laugh it off, but it really seemed like our only option at the time was to get Harlan out of trouble, or we might all go down with him.
In any case i thought it would be a funny story to share, even if it is morally unwholesome to say the least