Continuation of Joel
We walked up to his room and dropped my stuff off. Very strange. His roomate is in there with a girl, so we walk out into the campus. It is very strange. We walk a little bit into the forest. We are both shaking and ridiculously nervous. His beard is very long and his body has changed a little bit, he is much more masculine. It feels like nothing has changed, even though I haven't seen him in three months.
We go back to his room, his kooky roomate Daniel is gone. We cuddle for a little bit... it is too weird. We get in a small arguement. We fall asleep in seperate beds.
Morning comes, and Joel calls me into his bed. We hold each other. We have sex. Afterwards, he starts to sob, and cries into my chest. We talk about how much love there is between us, how we don't even have to talk about it. "We know each other so well it's ridiculous," he says. We hold each other and vibrate fullly, completely together, our wavelengths creating an invisible, tangible, third force.
We walk downtown. Arcata is the fucking weirdest place on earth. It feels like it's own country. I broke the social groups into three categories:
1. Really happy, really nice, uber left families
2. Transients
3. Hardcore liberal activists
4. All of the above
It felt like a pot based commune, the sixties did not die there.
We go to the bike library and play around, I rent a little pink bike with a basket. We bike out on this long road to the beach. Pink and blue light seeps through the clouds over the bay and drifts up over misty headlands. We passed by a group of cows who all crowded next to the fence to stare at us. We get to the beach and revel in the ocean. We are physical together, we sit in a dune pocket and kiss on the mouth. We bike back and buy one of the best apples ever, and then pizza.
I meet a friend of his that's in love with him, and she has full dreadlocks, is wearing a NIN sweater, and hella mugs me, as Sam would say. She gives me a death glare. I am wearing American Eagle and my hair is brushed. I feel like a fucking leper.
We go back to his dorm room and a bunch of girls are drunk and introduce themselves to me. We get into Joel's room and he tells me that he never talks to those girls, and that they're all obsessed with him, and always watching him. Fuckin weird.
We go into town, buy some liqour for me, and rent a few movies. Joel makes a bed for me on the floor. We would have slept together except the bed was so tiny we wouldn't be able to sleep. I am very comfy. We are so exhausted from bike riding that we just pass out.
I wake up with my eyes closed and feel the heat of Joel's face directly next to mine, and then feel him kiss me full on the cheek. I tell him how I had felt it. We climb into bed together.
We decide to take one hit of acid and go into the woods. We go hiking through new growth redwoods past root systems of chopped down old growths that one can sit in and is the size of a room. One hit is enough to feel but not enough to really trip at all, so we have this crazy electric current running through the whole day but no real hallucinations or distortions. I am incredibly happy. It is sunny, the air is wet and thick, the trees smell amazing. I felt like I was home.
I'll write more later...
We go back to his room, his kooky roomate Daniel is gone. We cuddle for a little bit... it is too weird. We get in a small arguement. We fall asleep in seperate beds.
Morning comes, and Joel calls me into his bed. We hold each other. We have sex. Afterwards, he starts to sob, and cries into my chest. We talk about how much love there is between us, how we don't even have to talk about it. "We know each other so well it's ridiculous," he says. We hold each other and vibrate fullly, completely together, our wavelengths creating an invisible, tangible, third force.
We walk downtown. Arcata is the fucking weirdest place on earth. It feels like it's own country. I broke the social groups into three categories:
1. Really happy, really nice, uber left families
2. Transients
3. Hardcore liberal activists
4. All of the above
It felt like a pot based commune, the sixties did not die there.
We go to the bike library and play around, I rent a little pink bike with a basket. We bike out on this long road to the beach. Pink and blue light seeps through the clouds over the bay and drifts up over misty headlands. We passed by a group of cows who all crowded next to the fence to stare at us. We get to the beach and revel in the ocean. We are physical together, we sit in a dune pocket and kiss on the mouth. We bike back and buy one of the best apples ever, and then pizza.
I meet a friend of his that's in love with him, and she has full dreadlocks, is wearing a NIN sweater, and hella mugs me, as Sam would say. She gives me a death glare. I am wearing American Eagle and my hair is brushed. I feel like a fucking leper.
We go back to his dorm room and a bunch of girls are drunk and introduce themselves to me. We get into Joel's room and he tells me that he never talks to those girls, and that they're all obsessed with him, and always watching him. Fuckin weird.
We go into town, buy some liqour for me, and rent a few movies. Joel makes a bed for me on the floor. We would have slept together except the bed was so tiny we wouldn't be able to sleep. I am very comfy. We are so exhausted from bike riding that we just pass out.
I wake up with my eyes closed and feel the heat of Joel's face directly next to mine, and then feel him kiss me full on the cheek. I tell him how I had felt it. We climb into bed together.
We decide to take one hit of acid and go into the woods. We go hiking through new growth redwoods past root systems of chopped down old growths that one can sit in and is the size of a room. One hit is enough to feel but not enough to really trip at all, so we have this crazy electric current running through the whole day but no real hallucinations or distortions. I am incredibly happy. It is sunny, the air is wet and thick, the trees smell amazing. I felt like I was home.
I'll write more later...