Random Thoughts.....What Are You Thinking?

Arod, whose full nickname was Arod Nimrod Dimrod Doo, had a bad habit of passing out early at parties. Which is always the wrong thing to do kids, and even worse if you are the first person to pass out and even worse worse if you live in a flop house with a bunch of psychotic punks and it's before sunrise.

One guy that passed out early was zipped up inside his sleeping bag and thrown through a window. Another was "baptized by satan" with a bucket full of horror including ingredients such as urine, ash tray contents and rotten food stuffs from the refrigerator.

It took Arod far too long to "learn his lesson" despite the many many horrific teachings he had received and or witnessed, but he eventually got smart enough (or stupid enough)to try and hide himself before passing out.... which just made the game that much funner.

So invariably when his absence at a party was noticed a type of "Hide & Seek" game began with the other party goers chanting a song that went "Arod Nimrod Dimrod Doo, We are coming to wake up you!" and included the beating together of pots and pans to the rhythm of the chant.

Sooner or later his slumbering body would be discovered and all manner of foul and despicable fates would befall him. He would be tied up in his blankets and drug down the stairs, painted with spray paint, beaten mercilessly, any number of humiliations could befall him. When it came to tormenting sleeping people,
our creativity knew no boundaries....

Suddenly there are several sheets of green gel acid in the story.
Like all illegal black market drugs the dosage is never clearly defined, this is doubly the case with acid and double doubly the case with gel acid. If you are not familiar with LSD25, "blotter" acid which is typically made out of paper printed with colorful clowns, or bombs, or what have you, and typically perforated into squares for easy division. The gel acid was a sheet of gelatin roughly the size of a piece of paper however it was not perforated but merely indented squares into the gelatin requiring a steady hand and sharp scissors and most importantly not holding on to the sheet directly.

Which only really becomes important later on in the story.

The first night, friday, was relatively uneventful, well... as uneventful as acid can be, it was a decent enough product so you didn't have a lot of projectile vomiting or people freaking out or what have you. It was new to us and so most acid fanciers will start out with a single hit or perhaps two. In this case the party carried over into the next day and those wanting to stay awake may take a couple more hits. Arod, determined not to fall asleep first, was among them.

Saturday comes around and so do other party goers and returning guests and again everything is smooth... the dosages are cranking up some and I think we had one girl trying to burrow her way through the wall under the kitchen table but she would be ok. On Sunday morning several people including Arod ate more acid and went to church for no apparent reason but by around noon, everyone else but Arod has had enough and has gone to sleep somewhere. But it's now day three without sleep for Arod and while Sunday night most people have switched to a beer. Arod was still on a steady diet of nothing but acid and refusing to sleep.

By Monday afternoon he is clearly not ok and people are trying to talk him down and into getting some sleep which only fuels his paranoia about what we will do to him if he does go to sleep. As his condition deteriorates he speeds up the process by alarmingly increasing his dosage and by Monday night he is walking around with the remaining third of a sheet of gel acid melting into his hands as he tries to rip off portions with his fingers to eat them...

So it's at this point in the story we chuck any notions about trying to determine the amount of poison he has eaten and just say, it was a whole lot, a whole lotty lot, a whole lotty *** lotty lot lot lot. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much a lot

It could be argued, and it is in fact safe to say, that any is probably too much for most people and he had at least twenty times what someone crazy enough to even try acid would ever consider eating. It may as well been a metric ***-ton.

By Tuesday he had decided the problem was the color YELLOW and declared war on it destroying the television and several other inanimate objects that may or may not have been YELLOW to anyone else... the TV was the final straw for everyone who were suddenly forced to painfully withdraw from television in the shattered remains of our house.... in the end I don't think there was a single thing he had not broken and everything is someones.

By some miracle I convinced him that the only safe place in the universe he could hide from the guy whose TV he had broken, and the rest of us, was his grandmas house and we got some girl he remotely trusted to drive him out there.

it was at least three and half weeks before anyone even saw him again and even longer before anyone saw him in any shape which could be described as "back to normal" and while I must agree that anyone that would eat a third of a sheet of high powered acid was probably left of normal to begin with, it is clear, even to layman outside the scientific community, that his brain is broken. And broken in such a way that can not be repaired by science, or by any craft we here possess...

You know the little plastic turkey thermometer that pops out once the turkey has passed the desired level of doneness? Yeah, and no matter how hard you try you can't keep it pushed back in... We should superglue one to his skull because that boy is done, renamed Done Doneington of Doneingshire, the third Earl of Doneness.

He's too far gone to turn back now Jimmy. but I remember him when he was Arod....

but now if I were to see him I would just scream YELLOW!!! and he would know what I was yelling about, twenty five years have passed by since that day he decided to take a swan dive off the high side with no water to break his fall. But deep inside his broken bain festers the memories that remain.

And through some accidental oversight by mother nature's selection commtee we are both still alive. Arod Nimrod Dimrod Doo aka Done Doneington of Doneingshire, the third Earl of Doneness and I.