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The first time I did acid, we drove with this older friend to a haunted hotel in Eureka Springs (The Crescent.. it's pretty famous) during the middle of winter. The place was pretty much deserted, and our friend taking us there knew the night shift man, so we ended up in Dr. Baker's room (who is the doctor that supposedly experimented on people there, causing the hauntings). We broke out the Ouija and the "acid" and proceeded to have our insanely weird night... or at least that's what we had hoped.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), the acid was bunk and we all decided that our friend was a douchebag and that he was the one moving the ouija board and trying to freak us out. We ended up just drinking a bunch and wandering the hotel hoping to see ghosts.
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In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
- H. L. Mencken
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