Memory bubble.
I had the strangest memory about ten minutes ago. I won't get into the whole story, because I want to finish the book I am reading, but this is the short version. I had a friend named Danny the mullet, due to his Spotsylvania style haircut, and me and him were hanging out with his mother and her friends. There was this guy Al, who was seemingly the nuttiest of all of Wendy (Danny's mom) friends. Danny, still hungover from the night before, was still in bed, it was about 7:00 pm, and it was just me, Wendy, Al, and another woman whos name I forgot. We were drinking for a minute, watching TV and all of the sudden, Al got up and said "Turn the tv off, its time". "Time for what?", I thought.
It is at this point in the story that I am abandoning the idea of finishing my book and going into great detail with this story. Anyway, so Al asked the other woman, I think her name was Janine, to get out a pen and pad and take down his notes. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He kept talking about official church business. I was about to leave when he said something about PCP, which really peaked my interest. Obviously, this is the part of the story where my memory starts to fail me a bit. So, we start smoking the pcp, and then went back in. Al had left the room, Wendy was upstairs, and Janine (who I from here on out refer to as Al's Secretary) was in the tv room no longer taking notes from dictation. I truned on the simpsons, but Al came out of the bathroom and truned on the TV. Then he turned on a little radio and put in the tape "The Cars Greatest Hits". I was in hell.
this is where I am really hazy as to what happend. All I remember was that Al gave me a pin and told me I was a member of his church/cult in which they smoked PCP to get closer to god. That night, I ended up doing a group prayer for my grandmother, listening to Al run his mouth about how PCP will change to world (he actually said it was a revolutionary method of treatment in getting people off of Heroin. When I asked him what was supposed to get him off the PCP, he just said it was none addictive and shanged the subject), then Al pulled out his "memerobelia" of god only knows what, and I actually had to read the bible while smoking a joint of PCP and then Al yelled at me for not emphasizing words properly.
After about 7-10 bags of that stuff, I tried to hide in Danny's room. I crawled into his bed and he said "what the hell are you doing". I said "shut up, he can hear you!". Danny said "who?" and then there was a knock on the door. We could both hear Al's voice saying "little brother, little brother (which is what I was now known as), come outside for more prayer". Danny, who really didn't like Al very much, said "Get the fuck out of here before he comes in!". So I walked out there and luckily, Al went home after a while. It was one of the most bizarre nights I ever had.
It is at this point in the story that I am abandoning the idea of finishing my book and going into great detail with this story. Anyway, so Al asked the other woman, I think her name was Janine, to get out a pen and pad and take down his notes. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He kept talking about official church business. I was about to leave when he said something about PCP, which really peaked my interest. Obviously, this is the part of the story where my memory starts to fail me a bit. So, we start smoking the pcp, and then went back in. Al had left the room, Wendy was upstairs, and Janine (who I from here on out refer to as Al's Secretary) was in the tv room no longer taking notes from dictation. I truned on the simpsons, but Al came out of the bathroom and truned on the TV. Then he turned on a little radio and put in the tape "The Cars Greatest Hits". I was in hell.
this is where I am really hazy as to what happend. All I remember was that Al gave me a pin and told me I was a member of his church/cult in which they smoked PCP to get closer to god. That night, I ended up doing a group prayer for my grandmother, listening to Al run his mouth about how PCP will change to world (he actually said it was a revolutionary method of treatment in getting people off of Heroin. When I asked him what was supposed to get him off the PCP, he just said it was none addictive and shanged the subject), then Al pulled out his "memerobelia" of god only knows what, and I actually had to read the bible while smoking a joint of PCP and then Al yelled at me for not emphasizing words properly.
After about 7-10 bags of that stuff, I tried to hide in Danny's room. I crawled into his bed and he said "what the hell are you doing". I said "shut up, he can hear you!". Danny said "who?" and then there was a knock on the door. We could both hear Al's voice saying "little brother, little brother (which is what I was now known as), come outside for more prayer". Danny, who really didn't like Al very much, said "Get the fuck out of here before he comes in!". So I walked out there and luckily, Al went home after a while. It was one of the most bizarre nights I ever had.