When I was 16, I took a train to Sacramento with a couple friends. We each dropped 8-10 hits of acid and spent the whole night sitting in a park playing with a blow-up Sailor Moon doll and chewing on cigarettes. When the sun came up, we went to get donuts and the goth guy that sold us the acid drove by and started screaming at us from his car with a megaphone. We were confused and scared. I got lost on the train on the way home and ended up in the engine compartment. I have strange memories of Sacramento.