A bunch of us guys that worked at the A & W Drive-in on the south in of town would tell our respective parents that we were staying over night at so and so's house and then we would go camp out at a place called Shit Creek south of town and drink and smoke. Two of the guys could drive. The first night I joined them, I wandered off and sat in the end of a large drainage pipe that ran under a road and spent several hours hallucinating things that were coming in the other end of the pipe. The changing moonlight made interesting things. This, I assumed, was not your homegrown stuff. Back then they were lacing it with chemicals.
Don't try this at home.
We were actually stopped by the cops that night on our way to the camping spot. The guy that was holding, jumped in the bushes and disappeared and left us to explain to the cops why one of us had to run away. We weren't drunk or stoned yet, so they let us go. It was a different time then and a small town. These were good ole boys, who had done what we were doing.
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