PPS

PPS was formed in david's closit during a Plan B session. All of the boys had atleast one peice of preppy clothing. All of the names were created while hotboxing. The GB was used as well, thanks to the mad scientist Damon. This page is early in the works, but much more will be added. The cover name will be ping pong superstars. PPS has already met a good number of times and each time there is nothing but fun. The Plan B headquarters is none other than david's closet.

O the Joys!
by Ben Spier

Up until around mid March, I had been getting increasingly bored with life in general. Sick of seeing the same places, the same people, I needed some kind of escape from the dullness of suburban New Jersey. When tennis season rolled around, things changed for the better. I'm not sure how it came to be, exactly, but after reading about one's account after Plan Bt, I knew I was destined to try it. So I asked my good friend Davy if he would be able to give me a "lesson," and we did some in the woods behind Roxanne Moore's house using the biggest POS ever. We had four more lessons the next four days, which I guess is bad. Strangely I didn't feel like it really hit me though. Then sometime in mid April I went with Brent Mathews and Davy down to New York and we all bought bowls from this horny Pakistani guy in Greenwich Village. On 4/20, with Andrew and Bill Dibartolo, I gave mine a spin, and lo and behold, I was in another world! It was completely like anything I've ever experienced before, frightening and exhilirating at the same time. It was like things kept echoing over and over again, and I could view myself from all angles. It was fucking weird as hell.I couldn't talk right, I couldn't see right, and I couldn't keep myself from dancing. Things were fun again! Since then, I've done it in numerous places including my room, Emmit field, this awesome hidden park in Madison, and my lakehouse. Each special in their own way. I've also learned to act fairly normal while influenced, in having to talk to parents, cops, and waiters. Except for my random bursts of dancing (raving, especially), giving a pizza man a $50 bill and asking for $2 back, and telling Jessica Buono not to let Andrew "take his thing out," I'm pretty good at not letting it show. My conclusion thus far, is that pot really isn't as bad as people make it out to be. I have no intention of moving on to bigger worse things, and I can stop whenever I want to. It's just that it's so goddamn fun! OK, I guess that's all I have to say about it right now. I look forward to sharing my future experiences and encourage all to do the same.

P.S. I also recommend listening to the song "One More Time" by Daft Punk while high.

PPS HQ: The New Hang Out.....

As you decend the stairs into the basement you get an immediate sense of fun...or rather...immediate smell.......As you round the corner towards the back room, the inviting smell gets stronger and stronger. And once you sit down, you realize one thing.....you are not gonna be leaving for a very..very....very.....very long time. Ahmidst the 50's coffee furnature, special plan B devices and torn up 30 packs, sit 6 of my closest friends.....the basement was alot of firsts.........DIP(drunk in public) pregamins of malibu and skunky beer with ricky, moses, and lia......new years eve 2000, Feb 4th, June 10th...and the drinking competition......you can really sense the history and fun once u enter....its a great place...one where we air out our problems..and discuss the good times of the past and the upcoming parties and summers.....to be honest...there is no place I'd rather be.....anytime...