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P and I sorta like trippin', although "like" the word, is not something that really fits that experience. I know for a fact that it scares the shit out of both of us just thinking about doing it. We've discussed that many times. Never came up with any answers as to why we proceed, but we often do.

Once we decided to take some synth. mescaline and take a trip to the Red River Gorge. This place is sometimes compared to the Grand Canyon in it's many cliffs, crevices and holes that provide lots of people plenty of dangerous land to explore. Not to give you the wrong idea, this place is much, much smaller than the Grand Canyon and older and more rounded off, with trees and brush obscuring sight except in certain areas(usually high areas). The place looks just like the rest of the foothills of the Appalachians, but the steep grades and peaks are hidden by the trees and shit, and often trails end in air.

I guess the Indians considered it holy ground as they did much of Kentucky, but now the place is pretty much trampled over by every frat boy with a sleeping bag, fifth, and half-willing little sister(or whatever those greek groupies are). It feels like holy ground to me anyway. Desecrated holy ground.

We consumed our micro dot mesc. at around 12:00 P.M. and left Lexington soon after in a pointy, pale blue RX-7. Soon into the ride, (it always hits me quick) I began salivating at a great rate and became entranced with the subtle bent quality of light pouring through the plasticy windows. Soon after, the entire compartment was throbbing contentedly as clouds whipped by at vast speeds overhead. I was feeling like you feel the moment just before you drop into sleep -- untroubled, but very vulnerable to a deep corruption of the spirit itself.

At some point in time outside of Richmond, an ominous voice informed me that we were either out of gas or fucked in a much worse way.

"P," I mumbled. He looked at me in a very strange and frightened way. "We're real close to the Gorge," P said. I sat there waiting, saying nothing. "That might not be a good thing" he added, as his look became more twisted and distant.

This is not encouraging behavior from your driver, and I suppose I must have started to take on that look of fear as well, as after a while neither of us could really stand to look at one another. Both of us afraid to glimpse the multiplying problems going on in the other's mind for fear it might drive your own self over the edge.

The Gorge area has a bad-ass populace of left behinds, leftovers, lost souls, and leave-me-the-fuck alones. A near exact copy of the place I came from and have spent most of my life. Still, I'm smart enough to know that white trash don't like unfamiliar white trash, especially if they smell the fear in them. P and I were stinky with it.

"I'd better stay with the car," P said. "I'll be going then?" I slurred, and spit the battery taste from my mouth, walking away. "Just buy a gas can or something and fucking turn around, you're going the wrong way," P informed.

I turned around and surveyed the road up ahead. An old gravel road that winds off around a turn was all I could see. The road was basically one lane with pull overs scattered along the way in case you meet someone coming towards you. Thick woods surrounded me, but it was extremely hot standing in the middle of that road with that Kentucky humidity engulfing my speeded-up metabolism, making me more light-headed and displaced than I should have been so soon into.

I never even noticed the truck until it passed me, and this was on a gravel road with anything whatsoever within miles. The truck was going rather quickly, especially for a one-lane gravel road, but when they caught sight of me walking, they slammed on the brakes and came to a stop sideways in the road. This huge guy piles out of the passenger's side and immediately pulls out his tiny penis and starts pissing down the road in my direction. He has these dirty, grease-stained overalls on without any of the buttons buttoned, and fat tissue is hanging out from every angle. This fellow was a good 300 pounds at least. So while this pig's pissing in the road, his buddy behind the wheel isn't content to just sit there quietly in the truck and wait. He whips down a bit further and executes a perfect 180-degree turn in one of the pull offs, throwing gravel all over his bulky friend.

Well, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that that truck just about clipped his penis clean off as short as it was. Well, the big guy goes into his back pocket for his chew and ends up dropping his overalls down around his ankles with no underwear in sight and a solitary tiny turd hanging from his ass end's hairs, matted to the fur. Unable to cope with the awkward situation, the big one twists his foots all up and winds up face down in the gravel all scratched and bleeding.

I stood stark still. I, with much forethought, did absolutely nothing. It didn't work and I didn't even get the joy of laughing at the fat clown.

I don't really remember him approaching me until it was too late. Maybe I was trying to avoid the fist-sized chunks of gravel that were being thrown at me from the truck that was driving right the fuck at me.

Anyway, that predated me being in the ditch by my OWN WILL, although the fall was further than I thought. I lay there merely seconds as the big guy dropped his punch and then the rays began.

They hit me slowly washing over my extremities to warn me of their existence so as not to frighten me with too much at once. A fissure of heat burst somewhere to the left of me and a slightly metallic battery taste remained in my mouth. Then it touched deeper and further inward. My limbs shook their skin, taking on a pallor while my head lit up with thoughts of others. The first touch with all my answers and questions now consumed, I surrendered an initial warning for convenience sake. "STAY AWAY."

The big guy was soon wailing on my skinny body while his friend stood gladly nearby, thanking the gods that I am there to take his ass whupping for nearly running his friend down and tearing his dick off. All I do is witness this shit and I have to be laying in this creek bed getting kicked, hit and sit on by this 300-pound son of a bitch.

The place went sort of hazy as everything began to slow down. I could feel the anger boiling off this guy. The fists were moving slowly at my face and seemed to snap back quickly. No pain experienced in this whatsoever. That would come later. The touch of the fist simply numbed the flesh where the fist had been. Left to my own devices, I lay there and offered no resistance, but after realizing that the rage wouldn't end if something wasn't done, I began to cuss the fucker and egg him to beat me further, and wasn't that making his dick hard beating the fuck out of a fucking little piss ant like me.

After my words began to dent the fucker's thought patterns, a sudden look of ingenuity arrived in the dumb fuck that what he was doing was misdirected, and he turned for his truck-driving friend who was cheering on the show. Now this guy is no idiot, so he gets back to the truck before piggy can make it out of the ass-whupping ditch where I lay.

Half of my body was sweating and numb from the pounding I had taken. The other half was numbed from the cold water that I happened to be laying in. I got up quickly and flashes of small fairy-like lights buzzed all around me. I could see things in the distance, but could not yet focus my eyes.

I ran.

Well, I'm tearing ass, trying to get back up to the road, I think. And somewhere out there is this 300 poundd monkey-faced pig-fuck red neck who will probably start whupping my ass again for making him lose his ride. See, the truck was nothing but dust now, as the road was once again silent. But luckily for me, the big guy was a persistent son of a bitch(although i usually can't stand that). He was running at what i guess was approaching his maximum speed, trying to catch that truck that was obviously never going to stop. I really didn't watch him long. I was to busy trying to run back towards my friend P. At least I could lock the car doors was all that kept running through my mind.