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The day we took the mystery pills

Kate F
Generate Magic
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3 min readJul 6, 2023

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Many moons ago, it was 7 am at a Los Angeles underground dance party. The party was winding down, but for us hardcore folks, it was just getting started.

Truthfully, I was single and lonely and the thought of going home to an empty room while high on ecstasy and a bunch of other stuff seemed super depressing (I did live with roommates—a married couple—but they were probably asleep and on top of that, tired of hearing my drug-fueled talkfests).

The party host announced he’d found a bag of mysterious pills. Did we want to try them?

Of course we did!

The pills were larger than your average pills, bright, and multi-colored. When referring to this infamous incident later, we called them the “Easter egg pills.”

Though in truth, they were more the size of malted milk balls. They tasted, if I recall correctly (granted, my perception was distorted), like Sweet Tarts.

We were really starting to peak as the party ended. Or maybe it kept going, I don’t remember. But we headed on foot to our next destination, a day party in downtown at the Standard.

The effect was similar to LSD but had a sticky, heavy feeling. All drugs distort your perception in some way, but some filters are more pleasant…

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