Faces, stories, songs, and poems all came to me like
a tidal wave throwing my body back with a force I could
not fight. The flow of thoughts and ideas, trying to grab
hold of, but slipping through my fingers like the falling
rain in a storm; like the rain in a hot summers day, it
sometimes cools my mind of the problems that plague the
soul. I had dropped two hits of acid that night along
with Brent and Caf and I felt good. I was a baby reborn
into a new world for the first time; everything was strange
to me, but at the same time familiar. Brent and I started
our trip walking around town, just two good little white
boys tripping on LSD and exploring this new world we had
discovered. It was like we were in the model of a strange
movie, the trees, the street signs, the houses all were
build like clay animation, real and pretend all in one.
I was a ghost floating through a timeless reality. Seeing
somebody was a check back to reality, pulling us from our
dream into the real world. I never liked the idea of living
my life on drugs, but I was always up for something new.
This was my second time tripping the first time being with
my friend Dave six months before. It wasn't something I plan
on, but Brent had happened to get some and I wanted to remember
how it felt.
Once we were with Caf we decided to go shoot pool at Fat's
pool hall. At the pool hall there were a number of people like
always which forced me to keep my actions in check. We shot pool
for little over an hour, the whole time trying to look normal in
some way, but something tells me we didn't. As we were playing
our first game of Cut Throat Steve Mitchell, a guy I went to
school with, walked in and asked if he could play at our table.
We gladly let him jump in and played partners in a few games of
eight ball. He claimed to be a good shot so we paired him with
Caf who shoots pool more on blind luck then skill. Brent and I
were completely discombobulated at this point and were having a
hard time focusing on our shots. I bent over for a shot with my
mind first fixed on the tip of my cue, then shifted to the cue
ball, then let my eyes ride the green to the blue stripped ten
ball which I was hoping to hit in the corner pocket. The 10
ball began to expand and contract slowly as if it were breathing.
I tried to refocus my eyes, but it wasn't helping. I missed the
shot and when Brent's turn came he did the same thing. We decided
to make a game plan to move the cue ball to an easier shot when
Steve wasn't looking. Caf was to fucked up to care what we were
doing and Steve knew I played a lot of pool so each winning game
by Brent and I was never questioned. I tried not to make eyes
contact with anyone in the room, but I found my-self staring at
how odd everyone looked. I was coming to the peak of my trip and
everyone's wax museum face was starting to make me paranoid. I
was looking at people and saying to myself ' Do you know that
I'm tripping my ass off? Do you know how funny you look? This
world is a fucked up place.'
It was time to move on so we headed out the door to Caf's car.
Steve asked us for a ride home. We piled in the car and down the
street we rode. After dropping off Steve, Brent and I started
yelling out strange words in low mystic voices causing Caf to
wig-out. We slowed down after a while, afraid that Caf would go
mad and drive us into a ditch or telephone pole.
Later came the storm. The storm was a light show from the
heavens. It was a heat storm in which no rain came down to forces
us onto something new. We were in a little park in front of
Brent's house in a rich neighborhood, which didn't like teenagers
standing around at night, but we didn't care. All I could think
of was the storm. The sounds, the lights, and colors almost seemed
symbolic in some way. The colors came out in explosions of blue,
red, purple, orange, and every other color that the mind can conceive.
So much power nature holds with it's magic. Every bolt was like an
orgasmic eruption in the sky, filled with emotion. We sat in that
park for an eternity.
After the storm I thought there was no more to see on this
trip; every feeling that I wanted to experience had come and it
was time to go home and return to earth.
