My uncle was murdered to death by LSD aka Lucy aka L aka Square Dancing Tickets. It’s kind of a hard story for me to tell so I apologize in advance it leaves out some details or is hard to follow, but I will try my best.

He had just returned home from a 12 hour shift volunteering at the cancer ward of the local children’s hospital when he got ready for bed. He needed a good night sleep so he could get up early in the morning to volunteer at the soup kitchen and help serve breakfast before he went into his job as a teacher for special needs children. He didn’t have a lot of money because he donated it all to charity. Even though he needed to get off to bed, he still took the time to read a book to his 8 year old daughter before bed like he did every night.

That particular night he had walked past a homeless man asking for money and he invited him to spend the night at his house to get out of the cold (it was January). But he was so blinded by kindness, he couldn’t see the true nature of the man he had just invited into his home. My uncle set him up in his late wife’s old study that she used to read in before she was killed tragically in a car accident about a year earlier. As soon as my uncle left him, he immediately broke out the drugs and started abusing them. He had every drug in the book on him and took them all at once. While he was in his drug induced stupor he had dropped his LSD hits and they scattered all over the ground. My uncle heard the commotion and went to check if everything was all right. Once he opened the door the man looked up at him with the most crazy look in his eye. My uncle attempted to calm him but it was no use as he was so drugged out on LSD he couldn’t understand anything my uncle was saying. My uncle attempted to run but slipped on the LSD tabs all over the ground and hit his neck on the armrest of a chair next to the door. He died instantly. The homeless man just gathered his things and left, never to be seen again.

The official cause of death was murder via LSD but I don’t agree with that. I think it was my uncles kindness that killed him. He was too trusting, and too good of a person and that blinded him to the horrors of reality. I miss him every day, he was like an uncle to me. I also blame myself because the day before I had blasphemed and this was Gods way of punishing me. Ever since this event I swore I would never touch drugs or question God ever again. And nobody in my family has died since. Except my grandfather when he was shot in the face during a robbery, but he was a dickbag anyway so fuck him he doesn’t count.

[oregano pasta](https://www.reddit.com/r/LSD/comments/cyyatz/isnt_lsd_the_same_as_meth_or_heroin_why_would_you/eyv38z8/?context=3)