Bicycle Day Gone Wrong

So bicycle day happens to fall on the same date as my best friends birthday, so this year we decided to have an lsd trip with two other friends while riding around on bikes to commemorate Hoffman.We drop at about 6pm and begin our journey to a quite, dark field so we could be creatures and stare into the star-filled sky. After we arrive, we sit and listen to music as the acid begins to take over.This is were the first issue happens. We decided to play catch with a rugby ball as we were coming up and it was hilarious because no one could catch it due to everything beginning to swirl in a mass of colours. Next minute, one of our friends throws it extremely high and another tries to catch it. Immediately upon impact theres a loud snap and he lets out a small yelp. We come closer and look at his pinky finger and realise its broken. Fuck. However, it was only the start of the night so he ignores the pain and we soldier on.Now the next problem. I decide that it's time for a bike ride around the block so broken finger friend and i hop on the bikes and begin to pedal. After I ride about 30 meters, i hear another loud snap and now my bikes no longer moving. I pull out my flashlight and see that the bike chain has completely broken in 2. Fuck, again. Now we've got 4 trippers and only 3 bikes. This was a bit of an obstacle however we worked around it and tripped on.We trip for a few hours in the field listening to music and trading bikes so everyone can have a ride. Eventually we decide to go home. We call a sober friend to pickup the broken bike and he swiftly arrives.I start to ride another bike over to the car to prepare to leave but i notice it sounds really weird. As i pull into the light, i can now see that the entire back wheel is flat. Fuck, again, again. So now we have 4 trippers, a broken finger and two unusable bikes.We chuck three of the bikes into the car however only 3 of us can fit, so the birthday boy says he'll ride home by himself and we'll get dropped home (we were close to the house anyway so riding by himself didn't seem like a big deal. In hindsight we definitely shouldn't of let him go by himself.).He rides off and we all hop in the car. We're driving for about 60 seconds and then we see him standing at the side of the road walking along side the bike. We pull over to see whats up and he immediately says "I've broke my arm!" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. This is one of the worst things that could've happened. Anyway i take the bike and ride home by myself while he gets in the car.Apparently he was riding in pitch black darkness when all of a sudden there was a flash of pure white then a surge of adrenaline and pain, he doesn't know how he crashed.When i got back to the house, they're examining his shoulder in the light. It looked as if it was dislocated and he couldn't move it without wincing in pain. Long story short, we called an ambulance and he got taken to hospital while still tripping balls. He never told the doctors that he was an acid and he swears no one ever found out which was pretty funny to imagine. The verdict was a torn A.C. (collar bone sepreated from shoulder blade) and he's now in a sling.After coming back from the hospital at about 2am, he said to us that he felt like it was meant to happen and he doesnt regret anything, the power of acid.So yeah, you could say it was an eventful night.TLDR; Took LSD and rode bikes. Two bikes broke, someone broke their finger, and another tore their A.C.