As potheads we were starting to feel paranoid that security was watching us so we decided to see a show and maybe I could pull myself together. We check out the penguin and otter show, sitting at the back of the show on the top steps trying to avoid other people but apparently the show is really popular as it quickly fills up with kids and adults. Before the show starts the boys tell me to drink as much water to get me out of this funk I was in but I knew there was no way out of this hell except to ride it out.
Everyone was having a good time as the show started. But for myself was just trying to keep it together, but I was nowhere near in a good place because I was getting sicker and sicker.
Then, I looked up at the show staring at the otter performing on stage. The otter stopped whatever he was doing and started talking to me.
“Duuudddee, you are fucked up,” as the otter tells me in his cute little costume.
“You’re not going to make it.”
At the really strange moment, Hoover turns to me to ask me if I was alright. Then the floodgates opened up as I started to throw up chunks of my lasagna right in front of my feet as people tried to move away. Thankful, I didn’t hit anyone with my projectile vomit.
The sound I made while I was vomiting was so vile, it echoed throughout the show as it literally cleared the rows in front and behind us. The show finally ended as I sat in my own pool of lasagna vomit with my head in hands feeling awful. The boys quickly decided to take me out of the park, which it was amazing I even got back to the car because it’s a fucking maze when you’re high as a kite trying to get out of an amusement park. I mean is it that hard to put up big ass exit signs for stoners.
We finally got back to the car but I was even sicker. Before getting into the car I threw up some more near the car but we parked so close to the park near a roller coaster, which every time the kids went down the ramp, I unwittingly threw up simultaneously making the boys laugh hysterically.
I finally climbed into the truck to sleep it off but the boys decided it to light another one up before they got back into the park. They finished the J leaving me to my misery in the car. They left a couple of windows down so I could get some fresh air, but the stank from the cush we were smoking so smelly it attracted an uncover cop and Sea World security.
I hear a knock on my window, where I laid my head down seeing see a police badge.
I calmly stumble out of the car as the UC asks me if was alright. I tell him that I was cool leaning against the car because I couldn’t stand up straight. The UC smells the pot as security starts rummaging through car finding Mullen’s bag full of goodies. The UC asks me if this was mine and I tell him it wasn’t, which was the truth. But I was starting to notice he was getting angry and he wanted the rest of the boys to come back to the car, which I did calling them back to the car. I stumbled back into the car to sit down because the UC finally noticed that I couldn’t stand up anymore. As I sat there, I could hear them outside making jokes like, “Jesus, what did this dude eat?”
In the corner of my eye see Mullen but not Angello. Mullen walks directly to the UC as the he points to his bag asking if it was his, which Mullen said it was his showing him his medical card. The cop tells Mullen that I got into his bag and started doing drugs, which Mullen started to point to me telling me,
“Bad Fu. How could you do that? You know you shouldn’t do that,” like was a dog that ripped up his favorite newspaper.
The UC gives back Mullen his bag telling him that we need to leave the park or get arrested. So, we decided to get out of Dodge as the cop tells me that was I banned from Sea World but the only thing I was worried about was potential throwing up in my own truck. We pull out of Sea World picking up
Angello outside the park. “Bro, what happened,” a worried Angello asks.
“We can’t go back into the park or we’ll get arrested and Fu is banned forever,” nonchalantly tells Angello lighting up other dobbie before leaving the park.
“That’s fucked up, I didn’t get to fuck any dolphins,” as Angello takes a puff on the joint.
As we were leaving Sea World, I could see another otter show going on, looking up seeing the same otter waving goodbye to me as I fall asleep in my drug induce coma.
I wake up in a hotel room, where the guys were walking in telling me they were shocked I was still alive, asking me if I wanted to some grab dinner to which I responded,
“Sure, I’m fucking starving I can eat an Otter. Anything but fish because that’s fucked up.”
That was the last time, I went to Sea World but it wasn’t the last time that I ate fish because I am Asian for fuck sake, I grew up on sardines and SPAM.
Check out Part 1 Fear & Loathing in Sea World
Photo Credit: San Diego Times
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