Draft One of Personal Narrative

Imagine a wooden table. Your standard wooden table with four wooden legs and a rectangular wooden tabletop, about knee height. The Table is part of a set of army surplus decorations for Northgate Apartment C-202, a sparsely decorated apartment permanently stuck in the 1970’s. My freshman year the Table sat in the apartment of a Junior named Drew. I practically worshipped Drew and he opened my eyes to the world of cannabis. He became a sort of older brother figure to me and guided my transformation from naivety to “hoodrat”-dum. Drew was the first person in my life to use the Table; I never would have expected to see ikt again after he left Ole Miss. Over a period of two years this Table occupied a central role in my drug-fueled adventures at the University of Mississippi.

On a breezy Thursday in late October, as I was on my way to Arabic class my partner’s best friend Chris approached me in the lobby of our dorm. Chris pulled me aside quickly and said:

“Dude, I’m like, tripping really hard right now.”

“No fucking way dude! On what?”

“1-P LSD. It’s like LSD except made in a lab for research. I’ve never tripped before and I kinda bought this impulsively.”

“Shit man, I kinda wanna explore this with you.”

“You wanna go out into the woods and chill?”

“Wait, what? That was random as fuck! But yeah sure man, I’ll even smoke you out.”

“That sounds excellent.”

So a smoke sesh and deep conversation in the woods turned into the most emotionally, physically, mentally, and visually enthralling experience of my night. To pay me back for the weed, Chris gave me a tab of LSD and thrust me into the world of psychedelia. Little did I know that, not only had Chris purchased LSD, he had also bought a substance known as 4-AcO-DMT which imitates a psilocybin mushroom and turns into the psychoactive compound psilocin in the body. Later that evening, Chris, my partner, our other two best friends (amicably referred to as the Gays), and I all gathered in apartment C-202 of Northgate Apartments, now occupied by the Gays. It was so bizarre to me that somehow, my new best friends occupied the same apartment that I spent days and days in my freshman year before the departure of Drew. And, sitting in the middle of the living room, was the Table.

On that night, we realized the table was the center of our universe. On that Table, the doses of DMT were split up and taken. We returned that night, time and time again circled around the Table, for many activities. We suffered a problem on a number of occasions where we struggled to pack a bowl of weed to smoke and just left it lying around on the table, until there were tidily constructed piles on each corner of the table. It was also on that night and the next morning that my partner and I decided to start dating and is now our anniversary.