Umm, hard to say, especially since I haven't been a "teen" for 17 years. Thinking back it would have to be one particuarly bizarre acid trip.

Normally when I'd trip with my friends we'd stay together the entire time but for some reason, an hour or so into the peak, we all went our seperate ways. I ended up going to another friend's house but he wasn't home. His little sister let me in to wait and just watched as this total freak (Me) raided their cubbords. My friend came in the door and his sister ran over and said something like "your really weird friend is eating all of our food".

An hour or so later I was somewhere else when another friend reminded me I was supposed to be at school because we were having a basketball game and I played drums in the band. So I show up late, wearing a tie-dye, and still tripping my balls off. The band director gave me a bunch of shit but I was pretty much oblivious too it. Anyhow, I actually ended up playing better when I was tripping. Or at least I thought so.

After the game I met these two Born Again Christian girls who took me to a big party at their church for thier youth group. I wouldn't have gone but free pizza and the fact they had a band lured me in. So there I was, this long haired, tie-die wearing hippy, tripping on acid wandering around a party with a bunch of born again kids. Nobody knew, they were just amazed that anyone could be soooo happy.