Drugs don't always get me down
Miller asked me if I wanted some shrooms, he said they were good, so I gave it a shot. So good.
We were all getting ready to go to the fireworks, and I thought what a great idea, do em there. SO I took em, got a bit sick til we got on the freeway to the firewopks...oh man then it hit me.
Insane visuals, like a 3-D matrix net infront of me the whole night. I was talking to my friend kathleen on the phone and it seemed like we're were talking for hooouuuurrrrrs, but it was only 50 some minutes.
We were talking about goals, well actually she was listening to me ramble about jsut crazy stuff.
It took me 2 hours to get cigarettes, hahaha (what did I say about goals?)
It was great besides when we were at the fireworks, ummm, I dunno this is gonna sound weird any way I put it, but I had my head resting on my knees looking at the grass, and the grass turned grey and black, then I said to everyone, "oh man, the night just turned violent," at that point the grass turned into gears with rings and pinions like a whole working factory, then the street signs started to dance, the electric wires seemed to fall on me along with the sky, and brian came afer me cause I was starting to have a bad trip, and he turned into this fucked up clay thing, well his face did atleast and he talked to me like a real true friend, he got me outt of what could have been hell in my head for 5 hours, it made me realize how good my friends really are, and I don't always appreciate them as much as I should.
Then we're on the highway and I was happy cause it was so so bright, and 696 looked like it was literally 8 lanes wide, and I had no one to enjoy it with, I barely slept last night, cause I was tossing and turning allllll night long, but it was worth it totally.
oh and my sister's car rims tried to bite me, um I thought my trans am was a snake for a second, it was really really fucked up, but really good at the same time.
But then again it wasn't all about the visual amusement, it also put a lot of things into perspective for me aswell such as; what I wanna do with my life, that I'm not as significant as I think I am, which I don't think I am that much but it kinda brought me down to earth a bit and made me realize that maybe my band won't ever be famous, or I may never be a jesse james or a boyd coddington building motorcycles but I can still do things that will be remembered and have an impact
on other people, and make others feel good about our friendships.
I layed in bed think of ideas that I wanted to put into motion, and I got my priorities straighten out. And maybe I didn't need the drugs to do that, but it cleared up my head I feel, enough to see through/past the fogs of reality.
I realize now what maynard from tool was talking about when he said, "I only do drugs for inspiration, then when I'm sober, I try to climb back to that place on my own."
We were all getting ready to go to the fireworks, and I thought what a great idea, do em there. SO I took em, got a bit sick til we got on the freeway to the firewopks...oh man then it hit me.
Insane visuals, like a 3-D matrix net infront of me the whole night. I was talking to my friend kathleen on the phone and it seemed like we're were talking for hooouuuurrrrrs, but it was only 50 some minutes.
We were talking about goals, well actually she was listening to me ramble about jsut crazy stuff.
It took me 2 hours to get cigarettes, hahaha (what did I say about goals?)
It was great besides when we were at the fireworks, ummm, I dunno this is gonna sound weird any way I put it, but I had my head resting on my knees looking at the grass, and the grass turned grey and black, then I said to everyone, "oh man, the night just turned violent," at that point the grass turned into gears with rings and pinions like a whole working factory, then the street signs started to dance, the electric wires seemed to fall on me along with the sky, and brian came afer me cause I was starting to have a bad trip, and he turned into this fucked up clay thing, well his face did atleast and he talked to me like a real true friend, he got me outt of what could have been hell in my head for 5 hours, it made me realize how good my friends really are, and I don't always appreciate them as much as I should.
Then we're on the highway and I was happy cause it was so so bright, and 696 looked like it was literally 8 lanes wide, and I had no one to enjoy it with, I barely slept last night, cause I was tossing and turning allllll night long, but it was worth it totally.
oh and my sister's car rims tried to bite me, um I thought my trans am was a snake for a second, it was really really fucked up, but really good at the same time.
But then again it wasn't all about the visual amusement, it also put a lot of things into perspective for me aswell such as; what I wanna do with my life, that I'm not as significant as I think I am, which I don't think I am that much but it kinda brought me down to earth a bit and made me realize that maybe my band won't ever be famous, or I may never be a jesse james or a boyd coddington building motorcycles but I can still do things that will be remembered and have an impact
on other people, and make others feel good about our friendships.
I layed in bed think of ideas that I wanted to put into motion, and I got my priorities straighten out. And maybe I didn't need the drugs to do that, but it cleared up my head I feel, enough to see through/past the fogs of reality.
I realize now what maynard from tool was talking about when he said, "I only do drugs for inspiration, then when I'm sober, I try to climb back to that place on my own."