Israel’s Independence Day, 2002
Nat is a 20 year-old Canadian who lives in Jerusalem and works in a bagel shop. Guy is an Israelite who speaks English well. I am from southeastern America and I am studying in the Jerusalem College of Technology (JCT) in the English-speaking program. My name is Jesse. Dovid (Paco), the Argentinean, is also an English speaker at JCT.
Now, for the story with some background information:
Israel's Independence follows after Yom-Ha'Zicaron (The day of remembrance) and is a huge day for this country. Religious people and military-scientists claim that Israel's winning the 6-Day-War is a miracle, but that's not my story.
My story starts at midnight. I waited 3 hours at the Zion Square with Paco (who initially was not joining us this evening, but had a sudden change in plans) Nat and Guy. I had gotten word from a middleman 3hours b4 this that I could purchase some Amsterdam-grass if I waited 30 minutes. Besides being nervous about being in a crowd in the middle of Jerusalem on a holiday, we all wanted to leave and go to a rave at the Dead Sea and because of the time and money our only way to get there is to hitchhike. Guy just got really pissed off because he was supposed to pickup his girl on the way 2hrs ago and everyone is mutually sick of waiting in the square for some pot.
So to hitch to the rave at Sea of Salt is the plan and get drugs and women there. On the way to the hitchhiking POINT Guy's gal calls and explains to Guy that she's not going out tonight. I console my friend, but I'm actually happy we don't have to worry about picking up some girl that I am not boneing.
Upon our arrival to the POINT things begin to get interesting for these 4 adventurists. We are knocking on windows at the red light saying the magic words. No luck, no luck, no luck... why is Guy talking into the window of the Arab driver that just told me he is not going toward the Dead Sea? Surely we won't ride with him, I only talked to him before I saw he's an Arab.
Rule #1 of hitchhiking in Israel: Don't ride with Arabs.
Chances are, you will not be seen again.
I'm curious and so is Nat so we both step over to where Guy is talking to the suspect. Blah blah blah and a lot of fast incomprehensible Hebrew tells me we are scoring pot. No. That's not pot. Nat and I talk and decide that we shall both be eating ecstasy tonight...
"Paco?"
"No." So Guy, Nat and I will be tripping on E tonight.
I have done lots of acid, but not E and I have never been to a rave before. We purchase the E after our suspect, at this time known as Mustafa, explains he can return with some local pot and a ride to the sea in an hour. We decide this is all very good and we will also break "rule #1 of hitchhiking in Israel." Smart choice? I don't know but I can tell you now, as I am writing this story that I still have never been to a rave before.
We have E now. There are 5 little flat round blue pills with a picture of a little rocket inscribed on one side of each. We wait on the street for about an hour singing, talking, and fighting, Nat flipping a coin to decide if we should eat the E now. Regardless, Guy as the only one of us that has done E says we have to wait. Okay.
Sure enough, here comes Mustafa and we are inside. Trance music pounding against my head as I am sitting on driver side in the back, Paco in the middle, Guy in front, Nat next to Paco We start passing the bong. Ah yes...sweet sensimellia!
We had slight scare as Paco protest Mustafa's idea of going to Ramallah to pick up beer and gas. But all is well as we make a U-turn and Guy become the navigator.
We get to the police check point after a slight stall from running out of gas and waiting for Guy to return with a bottle of it. We are at the police checkpoint 10 minutes after dropping the doses and I'm high on the weed but not feeling the E.
Cops don't like what is happening. Mustafa is taken out the car 5 minutes later they start questioning us, I get asked out the car then eventually everyone. Bad news and they find the weed. They also find the 2 extra pills we had not taken yet.
Yeah I start tripping when I hear Guy saying, "Jesse is wired. Jesse is wired and they know he is wired." over and over again. My, oh my. What a trip! I recommend that everyone try this drug once.
Oh shit yeah we all spent the night in questioning at the police station. The story was that Mustafa gave us pills to eat for free, the weed wasn't ours and we were just hitching. They let us go 5 hours later with no charges.
It was a grand old time. Poor Mustafa is going to jail for at least 2 years on multiple charges. That's a face I will not forget. If I left anything out that's because there is a lot more to it. Lots of little jokes and funny things went on in the various rooms of the police station. There was a dog there and I wanted to eat it. The cops were fuckin' with me. Asking if I wanted to buy shrouds. There was a blonde cop lady that I could have torn apart. Whatever, that's not even THE END but the rest is kind of embarrassing and I really hope this story doesn't reach the wrong people as is.