another life story in epistolary genre. about acid, love and pirates
Ben!!!!! Today I woke up in my tent in the back yard of some people in Chetumal, a town right next to the border with Belize. It was 6-25am. I was still drunk. I had to go to the local radio station to tell the story about the lost movie in the morning program. The guy from the radio had terrible hang over as he said but we still managed to make it. After I came back to my tent and made an attempt to sleep but NO! My brain had that intrusive thought - "I need to tell Ben the story of his acid. cause I fell in love and revealed my pirate nature when I used it.." Here I am.
That day we came to the city of Tulum to meet Christmas in some more pleasant environment then bubbling with mud and shitting every half an hour after the flood for the end of the world in Rainbow. The only thing we knew about the place was that they have beautiful beaches here and the most beautiful time to be there was sunrise. We reach the ocean almost the same time I woke up today. Beautiful beauty.
There were 4 of us, and no Nikita, he fell in love earlier and stayed with her in the colorful rainbow mud. In my purse I had 3 dose of mescaline and 3 of acid. I wanted us to take it all right now but we were still sick and we had no place to stay. With that guy we went to look for a place. We found the whole abandoned village. We chose the house with a hanging bed to take a nap. Later we spent about 2 weeks hanging out on that hanging bed with the whole community of dirty hippies in the houses around, with Nikita and his new love. She sings very good by the way, Nikita always chooses women who sing.
Acid. no, I took mescaline that night but it didn’t took me. He ate your paper. The first one didn’t work. Of course, Portland Oregon - Tulum Mexico... it’s a looooooong way... we took the rest and went for a walk along the beach. The moon was full so it was very bright there. We practiced some acrobatics, found 2 magic sticks, a voodoo altar, a shower on top of a tower, a door to go from paradise to hell and back but we couldn’t find dark beer! so we went to the most beautiful hotel, stole a bottle of wine from the restaurant and walked into the most beautiful room, with a hanging bed of course.. and there was a hot shower... The last time I had washed myself in hot water before that moment was in Oregon about a month ago...
Since that night very rare we had to pay for anything.. in the abandoned village we organized a little orgy-alcoholic community using all the privileges of the all that expensive hotels around. it was a very weird time.. and this lifestyle belonged only to that particular place. As soon as we moved further everything changed..
Such a story.
seems like I'm still drunk though ...
hope you doing well too
That day we came to the city of Tulum to meet Christmas in some more pleasant environment then bubbling with mud and shitting every half an hour after the flood for the end of the world in Rainbow. The only thing we knew about the place was that they have beautiful beaches here and the most beautiful time to be there was sunrise. We reach the ocean almost the same time I woke up today. Beautiful beauty.
There were 4 of us, and no Nikita, he fell in love earlier and stayed with her in the colorful rainbow mud. In my purse I had 3 dose of mescaline and 3 of acid. I wanted us to take it all right now but we were still sick and we had no place to stay. With that guy we went to look for a place. We found the whole abandoned village. We chose the house with a hanging bed to take a nap. Later we spent about 2 weeks hanging out on that hanging bed with the whole community of dirty hippies in the houses around, with Nikita and his new love. She sings very good by the way, Nikita always chooses women who sing.
Acid. no, I took mescaline that night but it didn’t took me. He ate your paper. The first one didn’t work. Of course, Portland Oregon - Tulum Mexico... it’s a looooooong way... we took the rest and went for a walk along the beach. The moon was full so it was very bright there. We practiced some acrobatics, found 2 magic sticks, a voodoo altar, a shower on top of a tower, a door to go from paradise to hell and back but we couldn’t find dark beer! so we went to the most beautiful hotel, stole a bottle of wine from the restaurant and walked into the most beautiful room, with a hanging bed of course.. and there was a hot shower... The last time I had washed myself in hot water before that moment was in Oregon about a month ago...
Since that night very rare we had to pay for anything.. in the abandoned village we organized a little orgy-alcoholic community using all the privileges of the all that expensive hotels around. it was a very weird time.. and this lifestyle belonged only to that particular place. As soon as we moved further everything changed..
Such a story.
seems like I'm still drunk though ...
hope you doing well too