Detectives Duncan and Gillum (34:02)
Hey, I had a whole page a while back to send you. And my daughter called and it didn't save. I will try to do it again, but I'll keep it super short so, you know, and I can fill in whatever I can if I remember first. I freaking hate talking about this in general. And don't want my kids to hear about me doing acid. Anyways, we went to Galleon for Danny's friend, who was a complete douchebag. Starting fights, etc. With me and Adam. He takes us to this guy's house, which is the first time I saw a man wear makeup outside of television. He then takes us to a house party in Nevada. It seemed to take forever to get there. Then it's all goth people to me. Understand? I come from a small town, thought these are devil worshippers. Laugh out loud. But honestly, they probably dabbled. We wait there a long time. I beg Adam to leave. When we finally was gonna Give up. Two cookie cut out Bikers walk in. Danny's friend, the bikers, Danny and Boy George all went upstairs in which Danny's friend told me to stay downstairs. Next thing you know, we were on our way home and Danny showed us the acid, which I'll never forget. A whole page with a cherub on it, all brown like one of Michelangelo's paintings. He also had a whole page which he didn't have enough to get. We get back to my house. Danny basically lived at my house. Literally. He always came over when his dad would start with him. I told them that we are not to do it at my house. And when we got in, maybe a half hour later, my parents come in completely drunk. My dad asked me to go to the store, so I did. When I got back, Adam and Danny showed me their tongues. And although I was mad, I participated. It took me years to realize that when the acid was cut with scissors, those hits were probably triple or more, but I don't know. I swear on everything. They tried poisoning us, but I don't know. So when it started, we were laughing, etc. And about an hour, I assume went by and we noticed Danny was just laying down and we tried to wake him, like, hey man, you're supposed to be up. That's when he turned around and started to shake. We all flipped out. Never was the same. We got Danny to Judd's house and I stayed home because I couldn't deal with the acid plus everything else. I remember eating toast and showering in like five minutes as soon as the sun came up. When I got there, there were a few guys and I saw Danny standing there and I was like, thank God. But it was like the lights were on but nobody was home. His eyes seemed black, but could be the acid, I don't know. I tried getting him to talk, but he just smiled. I made him some eggs, toast and milk and made him eat. I was still flipping scared. Scared for Danny, scared for getting in trouble. My cousin came over and picked me up and I told the guys not to let him leave, but they did. I was going to bite the bullet and take him to the er. That was the very last time I saw him. This whole ordeal fucked my life up. Took me down roads no one should take. And with that, that's when all the drug addicts started. The shitty rumors ruined my family's name. As soon as they knew that my uncle was a cop, they would just somehow volunteer info about us, thinking it would help them. And I heard them all. I get that it looks suspicious that I quit hanging out with the group of friends. But after the cops drilled me, hooked me up to a polygraph, etc. They left me with PTSD to this fucking day also. No one ever would tell them anything, let alone something this horrid. They didn't know that my uncle would throw us off a bridge before anyone else. Plus the rumor the bikers came. That one scared me enough to stay home. I hate this. And when this opened back up, I saw a bunch of people talking online who have no clue but just keep spreading lies. I hope this is fine. I wrote it in a hurry.