Friday, September 17, 2004
| purple leaves + a doghouse this story involves a young boy + his experimentation with lysergic acid diethylamide. this was around the time of driving permits + first legal experiences behind the wheel. must've been a Friday night + drew decided to sneak the van out for a little hallucinogenic cruise. we took the doses late in the evening, waited for things to get going, + then he picked me up to go over to brent's house, where we would grab him + rendevois to who knows where. we'd had several such experiences + it didn't even seem to be a big deal to take the car out at 11, just after the parents crashed, driving; high on lsd. this adventure took a wrong turn when we pulled into brent's allyway + saw a cop standing there, questioning him. we tried to back up, but the lights quickly swung our way, next thing you know they have drew's dad on the phone, letting him know 'we have your son + his friend in your van' + of course he's driving on his learners permit. so things have already kicked in + we're starting to freal about the ramifications of the situation and having to deal with parents about sneaking out, taking cars, no license, all that fun stuff. they release me to drew's dad who says he'll give me a lift home. i'm rambling as we drive, probably apologizing + concurrently convincing his pops to just drop me off, i'll let myself in + then address the previous night with my parents as i go in; or the next morning, no need to wake them up, right? somehow i pull it off, with no intention of turning myself in unless he initiates it that night or the following morning. i slowly walk to the door, waiting for the car to be out of site + then give it a shot to sneak back into my window. except, damn, my window's locked somehow. i forgot to mention that the night started with me staying the night at drew's, i just remembered that + i guess when i got back to my house, being dropped off by drew's dad, my window was locked + i had no way to get in. not wanting to wake my parents and explain the situation at 1 in the morning, i began to walk around the neighborhood, trying to figure out my next plan...with the acid in full effect by now. i remember seeing some folks across the street that i knew, older dudes who were hanging out + telling them the story which got a not so reassuring 'that sucks', which didn't really give me any options. to make matters worse, it began raining, first a drizzle, then a standard rain, followed by a downpour + nowhere to go for the 14/15 yr old on lsd. i began hanging out on the porch of this abandoned house on the corner, staring at the purple sky, morphing shapes, changing colors, pulsating. i looked into the massive willow trees, rain was falling pretty heavily, + all of the leaves were in the shape of purple roses. the feeling of being lost definitely began to kick in and i needed shelter. i was thorouhly confused at this point and came to the conclusion that i was gonna find a dry place in the backyard of my house, i walked back and scouted it out, only to find my german shephard in her god house. cut to 14 yr old on hallucinogen in a fairly large doghouse, but doghouse none the less, a full on downpur, being kept company by his dog. i'm not quite sure how i got to this point, though it was quite the lucid experience, and calming too, to be in such a small area with the rain coming down. then the cramping set in and i knew it wouldn't work with sleeping in there and it probably wouldn't look to good with my parents if i came out of the doghouse in the morning. next stop, paul olson, lived a few houses down, mr. reliable. i knowckec on his window at about 4 in the morning, told him about the situation with drew and that i needed to crash. i finally passed out, but when i got up in the morning, i took a peek out the window, since i was about to head home, as if i'd spendt the night at drew's, when i saw a police car in front of my house. great, i'm super busted. i waited till the cop left and walked down the block + went home. my parents tried to figure out what happened, the cops came by because drew's parents called mine in the morning, it seems drew ran away that night, hopped on a greyhoud bus + went to tc bacon's, who had recently moved down there. i guess since i was gone, my parents too had thought i'd run away. i talked about how we snuck out the car, but they had no idea about the drugs. i still don't believe they have any idea i was messing around with stuff like that back in the day. sorry about the delay on the story, i planned on doing one daily, but got sidetracked. acl festival is this weekend, jvh is in town, and i'm gonna have some fun. over + out.
Comments:
...it's a good story and all, but you should've known that all the hot chicks hang out in D.A.R.E. classes.
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