An old friend lost his mind after hundreds of acid doses and finally went completely loco after hearing Phil Collins‘s In the Air Tonight
We’d been up all weekend on micrdots and other compounds, sitting in said mate’s front room. A baggie of microdots had been sold and in the bottom was a powder of remnants. I was out of my mind, so twisted, sluggish from booze and the whole time he kept dabbing his fingertip into the baggies and taking more. Over the radio, Phil Collins came on
Mate sort of stood up rapid, few of us were huh, his arms started pointing out of the window “they’re coming, CAN YOU HEAR? THEY’RE FUCKIN HERE ALREADY MATE!” and started screaming, ran to the side door and out of the abode into the night. Talk about a buzzkill
(ps, sectioned, recovered, teacher now in W-Mids)