Princess_Poppy
Bluelighter
Train's heroin stories inspired me to tell one of my favorite drug stories, perhaps I will write a somber heroin tale later, but this is a happy story! I left alot out, it was one of the longest days of my life, but I want you all to read it, so anywho, enjoy.
We have been seeing each other about a week, well maybe two. He is back in Georgia from Pheonix, AZ. His stepbrother's apartment, where he is staying, is in the predominantly Mexican part of Marietta, GA. Even the billboards are in Spanish. The whole apartment complex has a strange smell. He keeps all of his belongings, which mostly consist of a Roland keyboard and various audio related cords, in a small room in the front of the apartment. There is no room for a bed, he sleeps on the couch, there are large windows in the room, which make it seem bigger.
They have a good amount of quality acid in the freezer he mentioned. I ask to do some with him. "No," he said, "I really like you, it's too soon, I don't want to mess this up. It's really strong."
We leave my apartment in the early afternoon. Spring has just begun. We drive North on I-75 with the windows down, the sky is so blue. His eyes are so blue too, I am falling in love. "We are going to eat some of that acid," he said. I feel smug and excited for the day.
After the paper has sat on my tongue for a few minutes I realize I am tripping, I am tripping really hard, and we just dosed again. I am not afraid, but I realize we are about to be in for a long ride.
We are outside again, playing frisbee with his stepbrother. Of course, I find it hilarious, I laughed manically. Things are getting really strange. There is a pond with ducks, one of the ducks is suddenly contorting its body in strange discomfort. This is funny enough, then it shit itself.
His stepbrother takes us to the driving range. This is not a good time for me to play golf. Each time they swing, a circle of golfclubs is drawn in the sky, similarly an arc of golfballs are plotted moments after. The people however, are disturbing. We move to a mound of perfect grass away from the golfers. I don't know if they are real on not, but thousand of tiny tiny spiders are spinning webs making their way down the mound.
It's getting dark out. We are walking through the neighborhood again. An old man with a cane is suddenly and spasmodically doing the craziest jig I have ever seen, waving his cane and bumping his knees together. We lose it! He says to us "just keep laughing kids it will be okay." At this moment it seems so philosophical.
Significant moments hold and connect us before melting like our surroundings. We are near an air force base. As we sit in the dark night jet planes are so loud and confusing I am having trouble hearing him. I am disoriented. I think he is telling me he is in love with me; I think I tell him I love him too.
The trip is becoming more uncomfortable. We have been inside a long time now. He cooked us food, rice and broccoli. It looks like the whole pot is on fire, but the broccoli is still so green. I know it's not really on fire. We keep talking about broccoli. I can't eat much but I am so hungry.
I sit in his little room and the trees dance and turn into monsters behind the large windows. Things are too weird here. Its a bad idea, but we leave.
Coming back down I 75 is scary. It feels like the car is hovering about the highway, I don't recognize my city. We are the only car on the road. There is construction and cops.
We make it. I am ready for the trip to be over, but it won't be for some time. We listen to Bob Marley and I tell him Exodus is one of my favorite songs, he takes a string of Christmas lights I have in my room and starts to dance, begging me to join. I can't leave my bed. He eventually joins me instead.
We talk for hours. I feel like we can see right through each other, like we have some divine understanding. We are going to move in together. We are vegetarians now.
Nearly 24 hours since we dosed we are driving back to Marietta. We go to the grocery store and buy our breakfast, which is vegetarian. We have spinach and cheese omlettes, raisin toast, and fresh strawberries. There is an immense calm in the air as we eat and listen to one of his favorite bands. We really are in love.
the end...kind of
ps: me and this man have been together almost 3 years now and we are still vegetarians. I remember the stories he told me that night as if I had lived them.
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We have been seeing each other about a week, well maybe two. He is back in Georgia from Pheonix, AZ. His stepbrother's apartment, where he is staying, is in the predominantly Mexican part of Marietta, GA. Even the billboards are in Spanish. The whole apartment complex has a strange smell. He keeps all of his belongings, which mostly consist of a Roland keyboard and various audio related cords, in a small room in the front of the apartment. There is no room for a bed, he sleeps on the couch, there are large windows in the room, which make it seem bigger.
They have a good amount of quality acid in the freezer he mentioned. I ask to do some with him. "No," he said, "I really like you, it's too soon, I don't want to mess this up. It's really strong."
We leave my apartment in the early afternoon. Spring has just begun. We drive North on I-75 with the windows down, the sky is so blue. His eyes are so blue too, I am falling in love. "We are going to eat some of that acid," he said. I feel smug and excited for the day.
...
We go on a walk, my idea, I really prefer the outdoors when I am tripping, especially day tripping. Its been about an hour, and I am certainly getting there, but it has been awhile since I had tripped and I felt skeptical about the dosing. I suggest we eat more acid. After the paper has sat on my tongue for a few minutes I realize I am tripping, I am tripping really hard, and we just dosed again. I am not afraid, but I realize we are about to be in for a long ride.
We are outside again, playing frisbee with his stepbrother. Of course, I find it hilarious, I laughed manically. Things are getting really strange. There is a pond with ducks, one of the ducks is suddenly contorting its body in strange discomfort. This is funny enough, then it shit itself.
His stepbrother takes us to the driving range. This is not a good time for me to play golf. Each time they swing, a circle of golfclubs is drawn in the sky, similarly an arc of golfballs are plotted moments after. The people however, are disturbing. We move to a mound of perfect grass away from the golfers. I don't know if they are real on not, but thousand of tiny tiny spiders are spinning webs making their way down the mound.
It's getting dark out. We are walking through the neighborhood again. An old man with a cane is suddenly and spasmodically doing the craziest jig I have ever seen, waving his cane and bumping his knees together. We lose it! He says to us "just keep laughing kids it will be okay." At this moment it seems so philosophical.
Significant moments hold and connect us before melting like our surroundings. We are near an air force base. As we sit in the dark night jet planes are so loud and confusing I am having trouble hearing him. I am disoriented. I think he is telling me he is in love with me; I think I tell him I love him too.
The trip is becoming more uncomfortable. We have been inside a long time now. He cooked us food, rice and broccoli. It looks like the whole pot is on fire, but the broccoli is still so green. I know it's not really on fire. We keep talking about broccoli. I can't eat much but I am so hungry.
I sit in his little room and the trees dance and turn into monsters behind the large windows. Things are too weird here. Its a bad idea, but we leave.
Coming back down I 75 is scary. It feels like the car is hovering about the highway, I don't recognize my city. We are the only car on the road. There is construction and cops.
We make it. I am ready for the trip to be over, but it won't be for some time. We listen to Bob Marley and I tell him Exodus is one of my favorite songs, he takes a string of Christmas lights I have in my room and starts to dance, begging me to join. I can't leave my bed. He eventually joins me instead.
We talk for hours. I feel like we can see right through each other, like we have some divine understanding. We are going to move in together. We are vegetarians now.
Nearly 24 hours since we dosed we are driving back to Marietta. We go to the grocery store and buy our breakfast, which is vegetarian. We have spinach and cheese omlettes, raisin toast, and fresh strawberries. There is an immense calm in the air as we eat and listen to one of his favorite bands. We really are in love.
the end...kind of
ps: me and this man have been together almost 3 years now and we are still vegetarians. I remember the stories he told me that night as if I had lived them.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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