Location: Lake Tahoe, California
A buddy of mine, Tim Allen, a tall skinny red haired country boy from Oregon had just come over with some liquid acid he had scored in a Visine container. He showed me the container and raved about the power of the acid as he proceeded to disperse a large puddle on his tongue. He then asked me if I would accompany him to get some cheeseburgers. I said, “ok lets go.” We went outside and I noticed it was snowing extremely hard and there was about a foot of snow on the ground. We got into his truck. His dog, a white Alaskan wolf named Sherlock, was in the back under a camper shell. The song “MmmHmm” was playing by Flying Lotus.
“It’s plain to see for you and me, love
It cannot hide; just be who you are”
We got to the drive-in of the establishment and he proceeded to order some cheeseburgers, we pulled up and paid for the order then proceeded back to the house. When we turned on the street perpendicular to the street that the house was located on, we saw a police car driving past us in the opposite direction. I don’t know if the acid was starting to kick in or Tim Allen was just crazy but he rolled down his window and proceeded to crumple up the wrapper of one of the cheeseburgers he was finished with and chucked it at the patrol cars window, then floored the accelerator and took off at Andretti speed. I look back and see the patrol car lights go on and then they disappear in the snow. Tim Allen gets to my street and tries to make a right to turn down my street and loses control in the powder, we do a 720 degree spin and come to a complete stop. I look down the street to see if the cop was coming but he wasn’t. Later, I thought that maybe the cop thought it was just kids who had thrown a snowball or something.
When we got inside, Gunja, my friend Doug (a dark haired good natured guy in his late twenties), and Rory (a skinny blond haired kid who just turned twenty) were there to greet us.
Tim Allen then suggested that we all hop in his truck and go up to the sandpits. Now the sandpits is a place where there is a motocross jump park in the summer and a snowboard jump park in the winter. This is where all the locals went to hone their skills. But since it was around ten at night, we assumed there would be no one there and because it was snowing so hard the ride up through the powder in the truck was going to be crazy!
So we proceeded to head out. Tim Allen’s Toyota truck king cab could only seat four. I told Rory to run in to grab an extra jacket. When he did, we all hopped in the truck and ditched him.
We somehow made it up the treacherous path through the deep snow in the truck with minimum slides and only a few temporary stops to dig the tires out of ruts. When we finally made it, the sight was for sore eyes; fresh snow for as far as the eye could see over huge jumps everywhere! Mother nature didn’t look like she was letting up anytime soon either.
Tim Allen then proceeded to dump truck a puddle of acid on each of our tongues and said, “lets begin the trip!”
We then continued to have what would be the time of our lives…
Tim Allen decided to drive his truck up a steep hill, floor the pedal off the jump launching his truck with all of us including Sherlock in the back! It felt like we had to have at least touched the atmosphere before his truck pummeled nose first into the duff. We all jumped out screaming ecstatically, “let’s do that again!” After about a half hour of digging, we were ready for jump two. We proceeded in this fashion of jump then dig for the next couple hours then headed back to the house. I think that Sherlock was the only one who didn’t have fun.
Once back at the house I went upstairs to trip out on the screensaver on my computer. Downstairs the rest of the group decided to head out to the casinos and Rory asked if he could borrow my driver’s license since he was not twenty one yet. I asked him where everyone else was and he replied that they were already in the car. I said, “let's all go and I will sneak you in.” He replied, “Tim Allen said there's only room for four in the truck.” I said, “ok, let me go talk to those guys outside and see what’s up.” When I walked outside, I hopped in the truck and said, “let’s go.” Doug said, “what about Rory?” I replied, “he's not even twenty one and he was just about to ditch me so fuck him.” They agreed and we boned out.
Along the way down the highway every five minutes Tim Allen would pull off the road to turn down streets sliding in the snow into curbs like a zamboni. We asked him what he was doing and he replied there was a cop behind him. When I looked back I didn’t even see a car on the street. I thought to myself, why would you make that turn like that anyway if there was a cop behind you?
When we got to the casinos we were starting to feel the acid really hard and were starting to trip out the non-tripped out. So we left to go up to the top of the nearest ski mountain and chill out.
When we got to the parking lot of the resort, we let Sherlock out to stretch his legs a little. Sherlock instantly jumped into the deepest part of the snow and disappeared. I don’t know if I was tripping or what but Sherlock had some serious rabbit like abilities as he proceeded to hop through the snow leaping to amazing heights giving himself face shots in the freshies.
We then hopped back in the truck and decided it would be a fun idea to hang loose from the side of the truck and slide along side it in the snow with our shoes, where I come from this is called hooky-bobbing. So we opened the passenger door hanging from the door handles, sliding along side the truck as we went down a semi steep hill like we were in Santas sleigh with sleigh bells. It was all fun and games until (foreshadowing) Doug fell while holding on to a beer (I should have mentioned this earlier but Doug was always holding a beer) onto his back and slid for a few seconds. We then hit a bump and the door proceeded to slam shut. Doug showed some lightning fast reflexes and pulled his hand away just in time. All of the sudden we went over what felt like a huge bump in the road, Tim Allen slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop, where we all sat in silence for what felt like eternity when Tim Allen screamed, “I did not just run over Doug!” I replied, “dude, I think we just ran over Doug.” We all jumped out of the truck with the quickness and found Doug standing up with both arms up in the air, beer still in hand, screaming “yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you guys ran me over” super happily, we all look at each other and wiped the sweat from our brows. After that we decided it would be a good idea to call it a night and proceeded back to the pad.
When we entered, we found Rory in the dark wrapped up with a blanket around him shivering with the most frightened expression on his face. He stated, “thank god’s green earth you guys are back. The walls were starting to close in on me.”
The next day Tim Allen woke up to find the Visine container which contained all the liquid acid had broken open in his pocket while he was sleeping. Later he was quoted as saying "I couldn't sleep for 3 days."