Easy one, I was about 17 years old and my friends and I dropped acid and went to teh shydome to watch monster trucks, was a fucking blast.
On my way home alone and still very high, I was acosted by a dog that looked like a pitbull. Now I already had issues with dog biting me and had a paranoia about getting bitten in everyday life. Now compound that with the LSD and it was fucked.
I was walking up a bending street its about 11:30pm and Im stopped dead in my tracks as there is thsi dog that looks to me like a pitbull, (it wasnt) the dog looks at me and must have smelled my sheer terror. It ran towards me barking and nipping at me, this was fucked and i remeber thinking I need help fast this dog is going to rip my throat out lol.
I ended up running onto a guys porch, and open his screen door and knocked on the door. Remeber this is 11:30pm at night and Im a shady teenager with a dog barking at me.
This guy opens the door in his housecoat, I plead with him to let me in, I vidily remeber tellign him I was unarmed and just need to get away from the dog. The guy is a large man, about 6'2 and at least 225lb, and Im a scrawny teen about 155lb.
The guy lets me in and thsi wave of relief comes over me, he tells me that he recognizes me, I look at him and realize it was an old gym teacher I had who filled in for a teacher on leave for about 3-4 months in grade 8. I can not remeber his name today, but it was reassuring. I don't tell him Im tripping balls, he also exprersses distain for the dog saying if it was him he would boot the dogs rins into next week.
At this point Im trying to figure out my endgame to gtfo, I am grasping at straws and decide to call my mother to come get me (about a 5min drive away) she comes, I thank the gym teacher profusley.
The drive home is very awkward with my mother , Im calmer but still figity and shit still tripping balls.
We get hoem I go into my bedroom in teh basment and play streetfighter on my nintendo all night.
Next day my mom says to me "you seemed wired, like you were high on pills last night" I blame it on the traumatic experiece of the dog attack.
I will never forget the moment the dog smelled fear on me. Now when Im in the forest and its pitch black I sometimes think about this event and wonder what I woudl do if confronted by a black bear in teh dark.
cliffs:
attacked by a dog while high on LSD
Old gym teacher saves the day
Mom is suspicious of drug use next day.