"Voices"
“I'll be right back; gotta poop!” Tyler said, as he danced away gleefully. I knew it was going to be a while. Not the waiting time for his excretion, but the undoubtedly erratic adventure he was about to reveal to me. I could see it in his excited eyes. They were illuminated with a furious anticipation - a gleam that would cause most people to question his sanity. I know Tyler though. He lived for the zeal of ridiculousness and questioned formality with a scatter shot of controversial ideology. He was like Socrates on acid.
A resounding flush of water, followed by an elated moan echoed down the hall. I was sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring intently at the disarranged drug paraphernalia on the coffee table. From the corner of my eye I saw a six-foot, eight-inch construction of limbs and wizard accessories prancing towards me. For a moment, I wondered if I had entered into a paradoxical ‘Middle Earth’, where I was a lackadaisical ‘Hobbit’ who was about to embark on a long journey with a drug-induced ‘Gandalf.’
Tyler’s rapid fire imagination leapt though his voice: “Ah ha, I have returned from my glorious evacuation!”
I put on an examiners face and pondered with a chin-stroking gesture: “Well, as your proctologist, I must inquire as to the details of such a bowel movement.”
Tyler stepped into the vicinity of a dim lighting, revealing his dilated pupils.
“Not now, you fool. For I have found Narnia! It exists!”
“In your toilet?” I replied.
“No, my imaginary friend. Right now Narnia represents an extra-dimensional truth which I have breached through my chemically altered perception. It may not be a sentience, external from my physical self, but internally I am witnessing the secrets of the universe and deciphering the various meanings of existence!
“Earlier today I watched the sunset at the beach in San Diego. This was like two hours after I had dropped. I was overlooking the ocean and saw shimmers of rainbow in reflective vibrations. The colors were swimming across the endless waves; I could imagine each individual sound through their motion: The reds were rhythmic percussions; alluding to tribal songs of dance and sacrifice. The blues were soft, angelic melodies that whispered interspersedly with the reds. The yellows were in a constant hum, changing tones as my eyes followed its reflection to the reaches of emptiness. It was so fucking vivid and surreal - hearing, and empathizing with the light. I was staring at a fixed set of laws of energy, mass and gravity, but I was able to create aural manifestations and meaning through the synergetic majesty of it all.”
I uncrossed my legs only to lay the opposite leg over the other.
Tyler continued: “Have you ever went to scratch your butt only to find a hair lodged between your sphincter?”