Flickering
Bluelighter
Solo tripper tales
High on a (thankfully mild) dose of mescaline, I was walking along admiring the neighbourhood, when of a sudden, a big dog with big teeth came bounding out of someone's open front gate. Times like these are exactly the wrong moment to realise dogs are faster than sober humans, and sober humans are a lot faster than cactus-inebriated humans who realise life is so much better when you slow waaay down. So I made myself run, volted a fence with about two seconds to spare, caught my shoe on the railing, and flipped over to hang upside down before dropping gracelessly to the dirt. And survived. Trip sitter next time.
Though, that could have happened to anyone, tripping or not.
High on a (thankfully mild) dose of mescaline, I was walking along admiring the neighbourhood, when of a sudden, a big dog with big teeth came bounding out of someone's open front gate. Times like these are exactly the wrong moment to realise dogs are faster than sober humans, and sober humans are a lot faster than cactus-inebriated humans who realise life is so much better when you slow waaay down. So I made myself run, volted a fence with about two seconds to spare, caught my shoe on the railing, and flipped over to hang upside down before dropping gracelessly to the dirt. And survived. Trip sitter next time.
Though, that could have happened to anyone, tripping or not.