Sometimes you get what you ask for. Sometimes you get what you deserve.
And sometimes that can be a lot more than you asked for.
I've been megadosed without my consent several times, but only once as a warning, and never as a punishment.
LSD has a very evil aspect. One very important thing I can say about that is, don't ever fuck with a guy who can get large amounts of liquid.
When I was in Berzerkeley, I had a good friend who knew most of the same people I did.
We did a lot of hand to hand sales on the street, and had a really good connect who was always in one of those frightening motels up on Shattuck.
We did a lot of street deals because we both had big dope demons crawling all over our back, and we needed to maximize profits.
At that time (1987), real paper was cheap and easy to get, so we were willing to risk fronting it to a runner whenever we could, and get the money from them when they came back.
It was one of those guys who took a quarter page from my friend, and didn't come back with the money.
And then didn't have the good sense to leave town.
This shitbird didn't even find a new parking spot for the crappy old car he lived in.
A quarter page wasn't a huge loss when we were that close to the source, but this guy really pissed off my friend because he wouldn't even talk to him about it. Which is stupid because he could have just run a few more times for him and cleared the whole thing up.
My friend was ready to punt him into outer space.
So we went out to our connect and told them what happened. I was with him because we always traveled together for safety reasons.
He told told our connect the whole story, and when he got to the part about how this thief wouldn't even talk to him, our connect said "He wont even talk to you? Fuck that, lets splash this idiot". His old lady agreed, but said we should be more careful than that, and maybe try a little trick she knew.
She was missing one of the ingredients though, so she told us where to get it.
The next day, we came back to their motel room with the DMSO.
DMSO is a solvent, and just one of the things it can do is to enable things like LSD to absorb through your skin much more easily.
My friend ended up leaving that day with one of those little glass carmex jars that had what looked like a little bit of vaseline in it.
It was vaseline, but with a little DMSO and about 20 strong doses of liquid LSD in it, all mixed together.
My friend took that shit and smeared it on the drivers side car door handle of the wreck this asshole lived in.
Then he hid across the street and waited a couple hours because he didn't want anyone else to touch the handle, and didn't want this guy to drive off and kill someone when he started peaking.
Long story short, the plan worked.
We saw the guy a few hours later, wandering the streets. He looked really fucked up. Didn't recognize me or my friend, and couldn't speak.
Two days later his car was gone, and we never saw him again.
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