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This is about stories that happened in 1994 in Huntsville, Alabama. I was 23 years old. It centers around my motorcycle and LSD. My friends, Jeff, Sean, Jackie, and any others are the "we" in the stories. We all were friends since we were teenagers.

-- Opening scene

 I am 22, riding in the desert in Arizona outside Tucson on I-10, going east on my 1993 GSXR 750 WP, riding to the sunrise, listening to “Riders on the Storm.”

-- The blue bus at the back The Door’s show.

We dropped acid on a Friday night at Jeff's house,  then pile into Jeff's 1970s Baby blue VW bus listening to The Doors music on the way to the club. We came to see the Doors tribute band, the Backdoors, my first time seeing them. We pulled right outside the front door, we closed the curtain, and smoked weed. Then we fell out of the bus to go to the show. It was awesome.

-- Porsche & Ticket

 In a beautiful, southern spring early evening, on Memorial Parkway at a red light, there was a Porsche 911 red convertible whose top was down. He had a hot blonde as a passenger. I said, "Let's race to the next light." He said, "Yeah, okay, you'll lose." You could hear my bike screaming down the road.

I was hauling ass later that evening. I raced a Mustang, then turned to my neighborhood when six police cars slid in front of me, and I had to stop. Got a ticket. 

-- Tripping in bus on the way to Triana

We dropped acid at Jeff's. We all hopped into Jeff's bus and went out for the night. I found the flashing caution traffic light at a construction site and had it inside the bus, traveling on the interstate. We were listening to Tool from the Undertow album on Zeirdt Road. As “Flood” was playing, Jeff cut off the headlights off, and the moon was so bright. Sean said, "Turn on the lights, I'm freaking out!!!" We arrived at the River Club tripping and explored outside in the swamps of Triana on the Tennessee River.

-- Jeff and I race Corvette and Mustang

Now, when Jeff was a passenger on my motorcycle, I was always sober and he was always tripping. I would get off work late at night, kick his door in, and tell him to get on. We like the Doors, Tool, and tripping. He is a practical person seeking adventure.

One night, we were driving down the main drag, and a Mustang wanted some. I smoked him. Next was a Corvette. Jeff said he was looking at the dude when I took off, dusted him.  Jeff said that he had a dumbfounded look on his face. 

I would drop it to 2nd or 3rd gear, and then I would punch it.

-- Easter

We dropped acid again and jumped into the blue bus. We went downtown, Huntsville, and walked around. Jeff called 911 on a payphone, across from the police station. There was no answer. Then we parked on the interstate. Jeff and Jackie held each other off the side of the bridge and painted "smoke pot" on the side of the bridge. Then Jeff, Jackie, and I went to Jeff's house, and we watched "Way Too Early." We called the show and had the the newscaster say, "The Doors rule!".

-- Running from the cops

Jeff and I were riding back to town on the interstate, cruising at around 120 mph. There was a cop in the far-right lane with several cars, I did not see until I passed it. The cop turned on his lights, I dropped it down to 3rd and took off. We exited the interstate at the downtown exit. At one point, I stopped to see where the cops were. Jeff had a quarter pound of weed on him, and I told him to keep it. We are going to lose them. We flew through the projects and then turned onto another road. There was a motorcycle that I buzzed, then turned into a neighborhood. The cops went after the other motorcycle. We returned very slowly.

-- We all dropped acid and watched "Natural Born Killers" in the movie theater. I was peaking throughout most of the movie. Very powerful, so moving movie.

-- My girlfriend, myself, and another couple went to go see Tool in Nashville tripping. It was a small venue. My first tool song, I heard "Flood" live, and it inspired me.

-- Top End

 One night after I got off work, I went by Jeff's house. He was tripping and told him that we were gonna go for a ride. We got on and rode east, outside of town, on the interstate. I turned around and put the hammer down. We passed two semis at 120 mph on the dotted line between them. We continued to haul ass. We eventually got to the top end for him and I at 153 mph. Then we rode home very slowly.

-- Closing scene

Heading West at 175 mph, on I565, west Huntsville. "Screaming Slave" by NIN is playing.