23rd June 16:37
Don't do Acid kids or you will turn out like me
All my years of drug use has made me see the world in unique ways. I understand
that a giant reptile lives inside me.
I now understand that I am totally insane. I have done so much acid I can't
count the hits. I am having a lucid moment at this moment where I realize my
usenet addiction. I have no life and that is why I am fascinated by the lives
of others. I am sorry I stalked all of you. I know that when this new
medication wears off I will devolve into the Jason Christie all of you hate. I
am sorry for that. I have no life and I have already sold my soul to Satan.
I am a dead man posting.
A month ago I posted my final message to usenet when I was clear headed like I
am now. I want to plead to Dean Humphries to give up his usenet addiction and
stalking just like I have.
Who am I kidding, I will be posting and hacking again as soon as this medicine
Once again here is my final message to usenet. I can see at this moment I am
Net "Personality" Jason Gortician today announced his retirement from
Usenet. He is currently negotiating with three publishing houses
regarding the release of his first full-length book "Growing Up
Gortician". Here is a brief excerpt:
My Life with the Reptilians
You'll love this. I've dropped acid several hundred times, and it
eventually brought on a few bouts of schizophrenia. I used to attribute
every bizarre occurrence to coincidence or schizophrenia. In retrospect,
something more was at work. I must confess to reading David Icke for fun.
Early on, an officer who arrested me on a nonsense charge was soon
thereafter killed by two drunk driving students from Louisiana School for
the Deaf. This was the beginning of a long, strange chain of events.
It's sort of hard to begin to explain schizophrenia. There are a number
of aspects I've experienced. For one, I actually experienced a lot of
books I've read, and movies I've seen. It's sort of a Walter Mitty on
meth. Fun, actually, if it never gets out of hand. Vonnegut, ****,
Heinlein, King. Each of these writers describes certain aspects, or
influenced my thoughts to a degree.
Some ten years later, I was arrested for sleepwalking across campus
dressed only in a pair of blue Adidas shorts. I had been tripping for a
week or so, at Mardi gras and the honors convention in New Orleans. I had
my first weird "Stephen King" incident, in which I met a New Orleans
professor who looked an awful lot like a very tall King.
So I was accosted as I was walking across campus. Rightly so, I suppose.
But two campus cops were dispatched to talk to me. They say I cursed at
someone as I was walking? Quite possibly, as I was essentially
I more or less began to wake up when confronted by these two police. But
I got a very uncool vibe from the two of them, you might say. Nothing
came to mind so much as a UFO comic I had read in the 70s as a child. It
said something to the effect that the people (a pair?) who approached Lot
for his daughters were in fact aliens. So I guess that stuck with me. I
must point out that I've never considered myself at all religious or even
At any rate, one had glasses and one didn't, and they struck me as quite
odd. A struggle and macing ensued. I spent a few weeks in the local
mental ward, and then jail.
I made a joke about it shortly after I began to recover from a major
freak-out: "They say I bit one cop and punched another one in the
stomach, but I distinctly remember turning into a dinosaur-type thing and
As a side-note, the university barred me from school, but persuaded a
neighbor to attest to a few laughable complaints, in order to evict us
from campus. Almost at the very time I was in the administration offices
answering these false charges, the girl's father, who happened to live a
few houses down from our own residence in that town, had his hand badly
smashed, and his St. Bernard of ten years was shot and killed.
The encounter I had upon the day of our arrival back home was an odd one
indeed. When I had left school, I had also left work. My boss was a
female, and while I don't want to say she had reptilian qualities, she
certainly had unique characteristics. At any rate, while speaking to the
girl's father, and learning he was injured, etc., I "saw" my boss's
persona in another person, a female, who was accompanying him. My ex-
boss, through her, essentially told me to take care of myself. It was
odd, seeing one person's essence inside another in that manner, with such
vivid clarity. Voice, intonation, body gestures, etc. were all that of
another person entirely. This was not the only time this sort of thing
So, the very night we moved back to that house, a girl was murdered in
the apartments on campus. I, in fact, slept alone at the house that
night. Again, I didn't make much of a note of it, but I had a really
vivid dream that night. It was essentially a nightmare, involving a
reptilian Stephen King the size and dimension of a refrigerator. But I
didn't pay much attention to that. Because when I went back to campus a
few days later, we were pulled over and questioned in relation to the
campus murder. Thus marking the first time I was loosely associated with
what was termed at the time, a "serial killing".
Here, I guess, is the kicker. At one point, for a few split-seconds, I
saw in the mirror that I no longer looked like myself, but like a
reptilian version of my ex-boss, replete with yellow saurian eyes.
Hmmm. I didn't really think it was a big deal, at the time. When we did
return to campus, I remember locking eyes with a black female, out of a
sizable crowd. She had cat or lizard eyes, and showed me her fangs. This
sort of thing is par for the course for schizophrenia, as far as I can
tell. How else can I explain it all to myself?
Acute paranoid schizophrenia, induced by LSD abuse. Either that or I am a
shape-shifting reptilian myself.
So, just as a closer, I then took a trip to Florida. After cir***stances
led me to, if I recall, 33rd and Mason?, I actually obtained a bricklayer
job a few days later. As it turns out, I had left my lights on at my
first day of work. A telephone lineman walked by, and a few minutes later
returned. He informed me lights were on, and when I thanked him, he said
"Anything for you, buddy", in a voice that was chillingly that of Stephen
King's, especially his one-liners that he gives in many cameos in his own
Like I said, it's weird and hard to explain. I'm fine now, of course. No
more psychedelics for me. Strange coincidences? Not around here. No cases
of ESP, evidence of mutation. No recent contrails over the town of
Ruston, Louisiana. Just an average nuclear family, attending college. Oh
me? I'm, erm, a sci-fi writer. --Jason
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