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The way I arrived at this feeling was I wanted to verify the story again but my friend was the only witness and he is dead now. It was the first time I actually felt his absence because he had moved away a while before he died. You want to remind someone of an event and they're not there. Yet I couldn't see him properly as not there because he had a very strong soul and it just feels as if it could not possibly have been destroyed.

The story:
We were traveling coming down from New York and stayed at my sister's house in North Jersey. We arrived in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep because of the acid. Wanted to smoke our only joint which had fallen magically into a hole and slid beneath the center console of the truck. We had to remove the center console so we needed a drill.

I went into the dark kitchen on acid and it was a communal house so I wanted to be quiet and not turn on any lights. I just went in and chose a drawer in the dark. I opened it and with my hand I could feel a drill, no bit, but beside it I could feel the bit.

From daves point of view, I said we need a drill went into a dark room and came back seriously 5 seconds later with a drill. We went out and removed the center console and found the joint and smoked it on some weird North Jersey Street.

Great dude. Stupid hippie got himself killed and i had told him to judge the other hippies harder.