Wednesday, May 31, 2006


You're going to hell so fast, K. said and laughed.
Ethan couldn't think of any witty rebuttal, so he didn't say anything at all. He was wearing a white windbreaker. They walked down the asphalt street. The place was really going to seed. When they got to his house, they dropped some acid and everything really got weird after that.
You can always tell when someone is lying about acid because they make up fantastical stories that don't even approach the reality of eating a tab. When you're tripping, you don't see billions of miniature Christs leap out of the faucet and parade around your bathroom, you don't cower away from threatening dinosaur hallucinations. Acid is about atmosphere; it exaggerates what's already inside of your head. You might feel like you're clinging to a cliff edge in the hallway: to you, it's real, but acid-induced reality doesn't even resemble the objective reality in which it is frequently described.


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