acid.

so i dropped acid for the first time in my life last friday.  and i have to say the results were very similar to anytime i take heavy duty drugs.  i got separated from my group and wasn’t seen for three days.

except for not near as exciting as that.  i just walked next door and listened to my sweet new batch of vinyls i picked up out of the dolla rack at DJ Rock and Roll DJ’s Record Shop.

apparently i missed a rager.

it’s rare that we make a road trip once the toast has set in, but this was one of those deals where someone wants to go out, but no one else wants to go out, but they keep wanting to go out, some girl gets drunk enough and decides she wants to go out, so now everyone goes out, the girl freaks out walks home, everyone is worried, but it’s okay she’s already walked home by the time they all cussed her in the bar and drove home.

i dragged myself off the floor and to the bathroom around 3:30 in the morning, staggering.  having missed all the previous evening’s shenanigans.  it’s still dark out but there’s a light coming from somewhere so i peer out the window and have to squint the brightness.  an echo of energy i can see pulsating across the way and a flutter of activity.  an artist at work, feircely painting.  translated nearly into light.

i mighta still been trippin’.

then i drove home.