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| Wes and I went down to the pumphouse.I brought out the acid and unwrapped the tin foil packet.In the center of the foil were two, yellow semi-transparent squares.Wes waited until he saw me take mine before eating his.He probably suspected this was some kind of trick.A faintly metallic taste spread through my mouth as the LSD dissolved.There was nothing to it, so far.We sat and smoked cigarettes as we waited for something to happen.Nothing.Maybe the hippies had burned me again."Probably got ripped off," Wesley needled me. I sure hoped not.Wes would bug me about it forever.I was bummed.Just when I was sure I'd been taken, I felt an almost imperceptible shift.All sound became magnified.I listened more closely.At first I thought it was my imagination, but after several moments I knew it was not.The trees, the shrubs, even the blades of grass were alive.I could hear everything breathing.I looked over at Wes to see if he had noticed.He was just sitting there with a terrified expression on his face."Hmmm," he said."I don't think you got ripped off.I feel funny."His voice sounded as if it was coming from a great distance.Jupiter maybe.I looked up at the trees.Waves of green shifted and shimmered in the afternoon sun.It was the opposite of being drunk.I was so keenly aware of the world around me that I almost felt a part of it.Everything was in such sharp focus that the edges of my vision began to break off into millions of incredibly intricate patterns.I didn't feel like jumping off any bridges.Hell, all I wanted was to just sit still and breathe.Why had I never realized how beautiful the trees were?Wes stood up abruptly."I gotta go," he said.His words formed a cartoon bubble in the air.I could see them."Go?Where ya gonna go?" |
| Where ya gonna go?"Why would he want to go anywhere?"I just gotta go," Wesley repeated.Then he walked away and I let him.I didn't want to be alone but it seemed too complicated to chase after him.It began to get dark, yet the trees and the sky were bursting with light and colour.I was afraid to moveafraid that the world around me would disintegrate if I stood up.Remarkably, I felt very clear headed.I understood why everything was the way it was.The meaning of life seemed so simple.There was no God and no devil.The world was just a freak occurrence and humans were merely a side effect of the right physical elements.I was only a grain of sand among many.Even death no longer seemed mysterious or scary.We lived, we died, no big deal.I sat for hours.Time had no meaning.Harold and Curtis came along.Harold was worried."Hey!What happened to Wes?He's hiding in the loft of the garage and won't come down!"I started to tell them about the universe and our own insignificant part in it.They looked at me as if I was nuts."What's wrong with him?"Harold asked Curtis.They were at least fifty feet tall."I think they took acid," said Curtis the Giant."Watch this, I'll freak him out," He waved his hand slowly in front of my face leaving brightly coloured contrails in the air."High, Chris," he said."Go 'way," I mumbled.For a giant he looked pretty silly.After awhile they did go away.Now there were only the gently murmuring trees and the occasional roar of a motorboat out on the river.It suddenly occurred to me that I was getting cold.I wandered home and went straight up to my room.The curtains rippled in the breeze, but when I went to close the window, I saw it was already shut.I put on an Alice Cooper record and stretched out on my bed.The ceiling was dripping blobs of colour but I didn't mind.The blobs were my friends. |
| The blobs were my friends. |
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