I've got a lot of ulcer-related problems. Stress, drinking, and smoking all play a really big part. This comes back into play later.
After a really long drive (10 hr+) me and my friend finally get back to my place. For whatever reason I decided to take acid with about an hour left in the drive. I get back to my place, messing around, whatever. Eventually my friend goes to sleep and I start watching Netflix or something. Around 4 A.M., still tripping, I go to the bathroom to take a dump.
What my friend didn't tell me was that he clogged it earlier with a big one himself. I walked in, sat down, and went on with my business. Now, as a result of my ulcers and a really long and stressful week, there was a lot of blood in my stool. At least half a cup of blood. I wiped, stood up when I was done, and flushed.
There was a horrific gargling sound as the toilet gasped desperately for more air...or water. Whatever. Then, before I could comprehend, the toilet discharged back at me. Blood and feces shot over me and the walls, the LSD still in full effect. I froze. I contemplated my life and what I had deserved to be sent to hell. I made zero sound, I did not move an inch.
About 5 minutes later I calmly walked out to the living room covered in blood, sweat, and tears...and doo-doo water... and nudged my friend on the couch. Quietly crying, I asked him if this was real life.
After a really long drive (10 hr+) me and my friend finally get back to my place. For whatever reason I decided to take acid with about an hour left in the drive. I get back to my place, messing around, whatever. Eventually my friend goes to sleep and I start watching Netflix or something. Around 4 A.M., still tripping, I go to the bathroom to take a dump.
What my friend didn't tell me was that he clogged it earlier with a big one himself. I walked in, sat down, and went on with my business. Now, as a result of my ulcers and a really long and stressful week, there was a lot of blood in my stool. At least half a cup of blood. I wiped, stood up when I was done, and flushed.
There was a horrific gargling sound as the toilet gasped desperately for more air...or water. Whatever. Then, before I could comprehend, the toilet discharged back at me. Blood and feces shot over me and the walls, the LSD still in full effect. I froze. I contemplated my life and what I had deserved to be sent to hell. I made zero sound, I did not move an inch.
About 5 minutes later I calmly walked out to the living room covered in blood, sweat, and tears...and doo-doo water... and nudged my friend on the couch. Quietly crying, I asked him if this was real life.