I remember this one night:
I was at my friend's house in Lakewood. We had gone to Seattle to get some psychedelics. We ended up scoring a 1/4 of shrooms outside of a rave.
On the way back, we stopped and got some Jumbo Jacks, and munched the shrooms on em. Drew & Robbie walked over to Carlson's place, and me & Jeremy hung out downloading some tunes. Those guys came back trippin balls. We was like w.t.f? Wasn't feeling shyte.
I ran out of smokes, so we walked over to the store. On the way back, something was different. I couldn't figure out why the road Was looking at me so condescendingly.
Weird.
When we got to the apartments, there was 11 out of 12 Bud Ices sitting there right in the middle of the road. No shyte! We grabbed them and went in.
I cracked a beer and sat down watching videos on fuse. Jeremy went back to downloading music. Linkin Park came on, and I started to tell Jeremy to download One Step Closer when everyone's faces on the TV wrinkled like raisins. I guess it hit Jeremy at the same time, cuz he went into his room and closed the door
Robbie & Drew were going on about something that I completely lost interest in, so I found a spot in the kitchen to pull my skull cap down over my eyes and enjoy the scenery.
It was wonderful!
From green eyes staring at me from nothingness to triangles forming the shape of the entirety of existence, I went down the rabbit hole.
I saw truth. I saw how feeble it was to attempt to bring order to chaos. I understood that there was no beginning. That there was no end. That it's all just a moment. And that living for anything other than that moment was nothing more than wasted energy. It all made so much sense.
I miss that feeling.
... It pisses me off, but it's going to change. Even this bass awards place has eased up some. Most of the factories don't even bother with testing for pot anymore. Yeah... If you get hurt, the ins company is gonna want a whiz quiz, but the ball is rolling.
