Tripping the light most tragic

by Madeline Laughs
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8. Don’t contaminate your body with toxins, either through food, drink, or toxic emotions. Your body is more than a life-support system. It is the vehicle that will carry you on the journey of your evolution. The health of every cell directly contributes to your state of well being, because every cell is a point of awareness within the field of awareness that is you.

This is one of the Ten Keys to Happiness by Deepak Chopra, MD.

Growing up I had three best friends, Charles, Jonathan and Bucky. We went everywhere together and hung out almost everyday.

Charles was the funny guy of the group, always kidding around and playing pranks. Jonathan was the only one of us that had a drivers license and parents that trusted him with a car, so he drove all the time. He even taught me how to drive a stick shift. Bucky played drums and he was the most sensitive and caring. I was the brains in the gang. I was 15 years old, just finishing high school ahead of my class and enrolled in college for the next year.

I was teetering on the edge of the rest of my life.

We all knew we’d be friends for the rest of our lives and had dream sessions about how we would be as adults. Jonathan would be a rock star, Bucky wanted to settle down and have a big family, I wanted to be an artist and Charles wanted to own his own garage and fix race cars.

We all had plans.

They smoked pot and would sneak beer from their parents refrigerators. It was what every teenager did. It was a rite of passage.

One night the boys were given this new and exciting drug to try, acid. They called me to come down, but I was busy studying for an exam that I couldn’t fail and stayed home. I promised I’d come over the next day and they could tell me if acid was anything like all the hype. I remember Jonathan laughing in the background that they would probably still be trippin’ when I got there. I remember feeling so left out. They were going to have an expansion of the mind and I had to study for some stupid test.

That next morning is forever etched in my brain. Parents on the phone with my grandparents, strained voices, tears and accusations. No one had a “good” trip that night.

The acid was a bad batch. All three of my friends spent that night literally bouncing off the walls, tearing at their skin, screaming and sounding like wild animals. Jonathan’s mom said she had never seen anything like it in her life. They were taken to the hospital where they were detoxing in the locked ward.

They were never the same people after that night.

Bucky’s parents eventually put him in a mental institution. He wasn’t lucid anymore. He murdered the family dog because he said it was trying to hurt him and he had to stop it. He had started wandering the neighborhood and scaring people with his crazy ramblings and behavior. The acid had literally cooked his mind. He hung himself in the garage during one of his visits at home.

His mother found him.

Jonathan came home from the hospital for awhile. He refused to talk to me anymore. His mother called me just a few months after his release to tell me he had been arrested for breaking into a music store and stealing over 100K in merchandise. He told her he was walking by the store one night on his way home and he could hear the guitars calling out to him. He had to have them. He spent 4 years in prison, was released and arrested again for breaking and entering.

Jonathan is still alive somewhere, but he keeps to himself.

Charles became antisocial and paranoid. He was in the hospital the longest. When the doctors felt he was okay for release they let him go home. He would sit in the living room in the dark most of the day. He had completely stopped talking. I went to visit him once. He wouldn’t look at me and finally got up and slammed the front door behind him. His dad bought him a motorbike and this seemed to be his greatest love and escape. He would take it on the trails behind his house and open it up and ride until dark.

He was riding one afternoon and didn’t see the cable a construction company had installed across the road. The company wanted to block vehicle access because they were excavating. Charles was probably doing 80 mph when he hit the cable.

He died instantly.

When I read Happiness Rule #8, the plight of my three childhood best friends comes rushing back to me. When it was happening I kept thinking it was an awful dream and I would wake up from it soon.

Did what happened to them make me begin to respect my body?

When you’re fifteen you’re invincible and immortal, right?

No day is promised to you. With that in mind, live your life. Really live it. Be happy and be in the moment and do it with clarity.

This post is dedicated to my three friends. You have a special place in my heart. I still love you guys.

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About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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One Response to Tripping the light most tragic

  1. Woman Wielding Words says:

    Wow, what a powerful lesson you learned at such a young age. By the way, I tried to respond to your last e-mail and it keeps bouncing back to me.

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