lost one.
I had a conversation with someone on new years eve about how everything is moving too fast. It was a fairly meaty conversation for two people dripping in drugs and considering the decibel level.
I rolled my first successful first try blunt on the way to the airport. This would commence a span of time that held no hours towards any significance to my wellbeing.
Stoned and cold I boarded a bus leaving LAX. This began a terrifying at times experience that should have pushed me to the very edge of myself but somewhat surprisingly left me feeling very comfortable and receptive.
I hate taking the bus. I hate it. I walked the streets of Santa Monica very late in the evening still smelling of fresh coffee grounds. The original plan of riding on the back on my friend's sleek black asian motorcycle were squashed with the admittance that he had no helmet for me to wear. I was torn on if that was truly a necessity for myself but for legality issues I didn't apply any pressure. The nights are cold. I arrive after several blocks and proceed to keep my high going through use of digital vaporization and delve into a TV show that was the ultimate fantasy for a younger self.
i wake to the very last day of 2007. The sun was bright and warm. I find large amounts of comfort in that there is no need for reliance on myself on anything or anyone else for the moment. The afternoon seems very long and narrow ahead, so we decide to broaden it a bit. Our asian mothers would kill us. The effects start to become notable many blocks from the start of the walk. While once inside Radioshack, things become even more notable. From this point on i knew I would not be back to my old self for quite sometime.
Large transactions should never be dealt with someone whose name is associated with the adjective sketchy, regardless if he is your good friend or not. This is all weightless to me though, as I'm completely immune to the situation and go about experimenting on new canvases. After several attempts to leave the house, the evening begins with us, a bus stop bench, one UCLA duffel bag, and a mason jar that some would crave to get their hands on but no one would ever want to be caught with. The boredom of reality was starting to creep back into our lives so we agree to set sail by the winds of courage to the middle of no immediate return.
After awkward experiences involving a dog faced woman. the strangest man in the world. a possible satanist new years gathering. a congested and sleepless man of the street. the only thing that keeps us from completely and utterly freaking the fuck out is the trust of silence we hold and my reliance that my colleague in insanity is still holding it together enough to get us where it is that we need to be going. No street signs are visible as we near our destination. The good deed of a fellow bus rider alerts us that this is the time for us to deboard and a wave of relief and cheer engulfs our wellbeing as we discuss the absurdness and unbelievability of the bus ride we would never want to relive. While pacing at a good speed up into the meandering paved hills of Silverlake, I realize that i'm tripping a lot harder than I was told I would be in such situation.
After going to the bathroom in another dimension we are on our way towards our sensory mecca. Flashing lights. pyrotechnics. I realize that i'm grateful i made this trip alone and find great relief in the genuine friends of one of my most cherished beacons of home. When everyone is on the same level and when that level is some anime version of a party on Jupiter any awkwardness i had felt at any time within the majority of my life seemed absolutely redundant and meaningless. The spirit of the late 60's hippy class still lives on in the form of bright colored pills. clothing. and personalities.
I meet a girl who is 16 and never has been in such an experience before. I tell her my name is Big Brother Austin and I will take care of her. She and her friend begin to follow us as we head to some other situation. She drops her pacifier and I lose sight of her amongst the flowing crowd. Fearing for her safety, I try to find her but most abandon this rescue mission for my own sake of keeping with my pack. The drugs fill me with remorse.
I kiss a girl who could have looked to be many years my junior. The cutest of her bunch, she tells me her name is Zoey Love and she thinks that I am cute. We spend the beginning of the 2008 together. Small talk and embracing curtail the end of our highs. I lose the want to dance minutes before the house lights come on revealing the reality of where we are and the mass of people I have spent the last 6 1/2 hours surrounded by. At this point, I have lost count of all that I have ingested and desperately seek the numbness of being stoned. I give her one last hug and she asks if i would like one more kiss. I don't have many memories as genuine from this experience than that last kiss. Hours later I find out that she is of a much more respective age than I thought possible and give a realistic sigh of relief.
The trilogy is complete. Three months of psychedelic explosion. Freedom and compression of my mental being in the only place I know of where it seems like such an adventure can be okay.
I rolled my first successful first try blunt on the way to the airport. This would commence a span of time that held no hours towards any significance to my wellbeing.
Stoned and cold I boarded a bus leaving LAX. This began a terrifying at times experience that should have pushed me to the very edge of myself but somewhat surprisingly left me feeling very comfortable and receptive.
I hate taking the bus. I hate it. I walked the streets of Santa Monica very late in the evening still smelling of fresh coffee grounds. The original plan of riding on the back on my friend's sleek black asian motorcycle were squashed with the admittance that he had no helmet for me to wear. I was torn on if that was truly a necessity for myself but for legality issues I didn't apply any pressure. The nights are cold. I arrive after several blocks and proceed to keep my high going through use of digital vaporization and delve into a TV show that was the ultimate fantasy for a younger self.
i wake to the very last day of 2007. The sun was bright and warm. I find large amounts of comfort in that there is no need for reliance on myself on anything or anyone else for the moment. The afternoon seems very long and narrow ahead, so we decide to broaden it a bit. Our asian mothers would kill us. The effects start to become notable many blocks from the start of the walk. While once inside Radioshack, things become even more notable. From this point on i knew I would not be back to my old self for quite sometime.
Large transactions should never be dealt with someone whose name is associated with the adjective sketchy, regardless if he is your good friend or not. This is all weightless to me though, as I'm completely immune to the situation and go about experimenting on new canvases. After several attempts to leave the house, the evening begins with us, a bus stop bench, one UCLA duffel bag, and a mason jar that some would crave to get their hands on but no one would ever want to be caught with. The boredom of reality was starting to creep back into our lives so we agree to set sail by the winds of courage to the middle of no immediate return.
After awkward experiences involving a dog faced woman. the strangest man in the world. a possible satanist new years gathering. a congested and sleepless man of the street. the only thing that keeps us from completely and utterly freaking the fuck out is the trust of silence we hold and my reliance that my colleague in insanity is still holding it together enough to get us where it is that we need to be going. No street signs are visible as we near our destination. The good deed of a fellow bus rider alerts us that this is the time for us to deboard and a wave of relief and cheer engulfs our wellbeing as we discuss the absurdness and unbelievability of the bus ride we would never want to relive. While pacing at a good speed up into the meandering paved hills of Silverlake, I realize that i'm tripping a lot harder than I was told I would be in such situation.
After going to the bathroom in another dimension we are on our way towards our sensory mecca. Flashing lights. pyrotechnics. I realize that i'm grateful i made this trip alone and find great relief in the genuine friends of one of my most cherished beacons of home. When everyone is on the same level and when that level is some anime version of a party on Jupiter any awkwardness i had felt at any time within the majority of my life seemed absolutely redundant and meaningless. The spirit of the late 60's hippy class still lives on in the form of bright colored pills. clothing. and personalities.
I meet a girl who is 16 and never has been in such an experience before. I tell her my name is Big Brother Austin and I will take care of her. She and her friend begin to follow us as we head to some other situation. She drops her pacifier and I lose sight of her amongst the flowing crowd. Fearing for her safety, I try to find her but most abandon this rescue mission for my own sake of keeping with my pack. The drugs fill me with remorse.
I kiss a girl who could have looked to be many years my junior. The cutest of her bunch, she tells me her name is Zoey Love and she thinks that I am cute. We spend the beginning of the 2008 together. Small talk and embracing curtail the end of our highs. I lose the want to dance minutes before the house lights come on revealing the reality of where we are and the mass of people I have spent the last 6 1/2 hours surrounded by. At this point, I have lost count of all that I have ingested and desperately seek the numbness of being stoned. I give her one last hug and she asks if i would like one more kiss. I don't have many memories as genuine from this experience than that last kiss. Hours later I find out that she is of a much more respective age than I thought possible and give a realistic sigh of relief.
The trilogy is complete. Three months of psychedelic explosion. Freedom and compression of my mental being in the only place I know of where it seems like such an adventure can be okay.