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From one end of the world to the next
This tale of our hero starts three days from New Years Eve of 97'/98'. Our hero having been in the "emerald city" for three years now and having built a reputation for knowing everyone and where to get things. He grew board of this place and wanted a change of location, so with an idea in his mind he started his last hurrah. Three days of partying and thought on what the future might hold in the "city of night"
On the first night was the smoking of weed and wandering of the city that had become his home a place where the streets knew his name, for all sorts if reasons. When he was walking the city he began the process of becoming the man who he was destined to be. With a close friend he discussed what amazing things could be waiting for him up north in a land he could on remember as a child.
The second night was a different story, this was the time for an introspective look at his life as a whole for this he would need approximately 3.5 grams each of a hallucinogenic mushrooms. So once again with his friend at his side a pack of smokes and some herb from the night before. They set out upon the city, this time they had to go and look out from the highest point they could get to without getting into any trouble from the law, after all they were breaking it just doing what they were. "So they were off to hike the hill and see what was to be seen within the eyes of a dream"
When he woke the morning after his journey the night before, his mind was made up. The question he asked himself was is it better to burn out or fade away. The choice was simple it was better to fade away and return on a different day. With that being it there was one day left in a place where he had began learn the way of the street. It became a recovery day and a day where he could reflect on leaving. So with a day of saying goodbye and getting contact information for his friends he knew he would miss. He went back to the place where he would and prepare for he would always knew would be home.
So with a bag on his back a good pair of boots and a nice wool trench coat he set off to find his way with a dream he never really let go of.
This tale of our hero starts three days from New Years Eve of 97'/98'. Our hero having been in the "emerald city" for three years now and having built a reputation for knowing everyone and where to get things. He grew board of this place and wanted a change of location, so with an idea in his mind he started his last hurrah. Three days of partying and thought on what the future might hold in the "city of night"
On the first night was the smoking of weed and wandering of the city that had become his home a place where the streets knew his name, for all sorts if reasons. When he was walking the city he began the process of becoming the man who he was destined to be. With a close friend he discussed what amazing things could be waiting for him up north in a land he could on remember as a child.
The second night was a different story, this was the time for an introspective look at his life as a whole for this he would need approximately 3.5 grams each of a hallucinogenic mushrooms. So once again with his friend at his side a pack of smokes and some herb from the night before. They set out upon the city, this time they had to go and look out from the highest point they could get to without getting into any trouble from the law, after all they were breaking it just doing what they were. "So they were off to hike the hill and see what was to be seen within the eyes of a dream"
When he woke the morning after his journey the night before, his mind was made up. The question he asked himself was is it better to burn out or fade away. The choice was simple it was better to fade away and return on a different day. With that being it there was one day left in a place where he had began learn the way of the street. It became a recovery day and a day where he could reflect on leaving. So with a day of saying goodbye and getting contact information for his friends he knew he would miss. He went back to the place where he would and prepare for he would always knew would be home.
So with a bag on his back a good pair of boots and a nice wool trench coat he set off to find his way with a dream he never really let go of.