I got a hit of some pretty average acid off of one of my friends, and he had 2 hits for himself. He was going to come over to my house, this was a tuesday night, so we both had school the next day, at about 12:00 am, tripping, and hang out and watch my computer (acidwarp) and shit. I dropped about 10:00 and I was tripping good by 11:30. I was in my basement, and the window in the basement is open, so I told him to come to the window, because my mom would be asleep and she would be really mad if anyone showed up after I was supposed to be in bed, and I told her I was going to bed about 10:30. Anyway, he showed up at about 12:30, and he had a mutual friend with him who had some weed, so I told him I would come outside, I was talking to him through the basement window at the time. I went upstairs, opened the outside door, and when outside. I saw both friends there, one of whom (the one on 2 hits) had a huge jug 'o' orange juice with him, and was tripping balls with a big dumb grin on his face. I was about to walk off of the porch to go talk with them, when I heard a sound from behind. It was my mom, opening the back door (one from which I exited), with a look on her face like "What the hell is going on?!?!" which I think she said later anyway. Here I was standing on the back porch with no shoes on, at 12:30 am on tuesday night, when I was supposed to be in bed, with 2 friends stoned and tripping right outside, one holding the aforementioned jug 'o' orange juice, and I was tripping. Damn. I told her that they were coming over to look up dirty pictures on the internet, and she seemed to believe it ok, but I think she knew something was up. She told me to tell my friends to leave, which I did in front of her so I made it sound like "Awww, shucks, mom says I have to go to bed now!" kind of thing, so she wouldn't be too suspective :) I got a big talking to, which sucked considering my state, and she told me that she would be watching to make sure no one else came in the basement window. I think she thinks I'm gay or something, and was sneaking them in to pleasure them or something, which sucks, but not as much as if she knew I was tripping, because we've had the drug discussion, and she said she would personally turn me in if she ever caught me with any "dope". Over all, it sucked bad. She still makes sure the basement window is locked all the time, and makes faces at me when I say I'm going to bed early. But hell, I guess that's the way it goes. Peace all.