Written at 19, then directed at 22, Suicide Trip is an age-laced perspective rarely seen in cinema. Equal parts crude and heartfelt; comic and insane, “Suicide Trip,” is a forgotten sign of the times. Following three exaggerated archetypes—riffing high school films—it is and was something of an odd-yssey that never quite found a home.

The story exists somewhere between dream and fantasy, stamped with a young director’s vision.

The three main characters embark on a ridiculous, conflict spattered hallucinogenic journey through high school, parties, and crime. Told from the perspective of each, the story takes you through their eyes and skates the edges of what is real and what is not. Suicide Trip put the Z in CRAY 15 years ago, but was never truly released. Now it’s back, re-mastered, polished, and ready to night train you to WTFsville.