Busted out the laptop to write this one out cause the phone wasn't going to cut it. Since I can't partake due to my job, here's a retelling of my wildest trip ever, here we go.
Ok, went to a $5 DJ Aphrodite show in Atlanta back in 2000. It was amazing. I took a hit of liquid and 2 green gel tabs as Aphrodite took the stage. 3 hours later, nothing happened. Figured I got ripped off on the acid and ate the other two gels and said **** it. 20 minutes later, my friends face smeared like a water color painting and I took off to Wonderland. The show was awesome, Aphrodite played till they turned on the lights, and then kept going till they cut off his power. At this point I went outside, met some guys in the parking lot looking for a smoke spot, invited them into my car and we hot boxed the **** out of it. We hung out and talked for a bit then everyone started to disperse. I'm way too ****ed up to drive, and the cops start showing up, so I start freaking on how I'm going to get back to my dorm. In a serendipitous moment of fate, a guy in my dorm shows up asking for a ride. I toss him the keys and we hit the road.
As we flew down the highway, Oakenfold's "Tranceport" in my CD player, it felt like I was floating in a bubble of sound, at one with the energy around me. Sound simply was, and I borne inside it. We stopped into a gas station for drinks and smokes, and as I walked toward the drink cooler the Lancelot scene from Holy Grail plays out. I keep walking to the cooler but I'm not getting any closer. Over and over, I can't seem to make it to the cooler. Suddenly, BOOM! I have a drink in my hand and I'm at the register. WTF? Why is this cop staring at me? ****it, I grab my smokes, swipe my card, hit the car and we are off again!
I get back to the dorm, grab my big back of goldfish, and head outside to the courtyard as the sun is coming up. I lay on a picnic table in the middle, looking up and staring into the branches of a massive tree, watching the sun shine down thru the leaves. I look and I can see every vein in every leaf, the water coursing thru them like blood. I can see the pulse of nature. I look at my cigarette and I'm transported into the burning embers at the end, seeing the molecules of tobacco as they combust. I inhale and I can feel the smoke as it enters each aioli in my lungs.
I get up and move to a bench at the edge of the courtyard, eating my goldfish. At this point a mom cat and three kittens walk out from the bushes near my bench. The mother cat walks off to find food and the kittens all sit down and look at me. They stare into my soul. Then, from all around the courtyard, dozens of cats walk out of the bushes, sit on the sidewalk, and stare their golden eyes at me. We commune, I am the god Bast and the cats are my worshipers. I bid them good day and go inside.
I stare at myself in the mirror for 45 minutes. My face is clay. I mold many new faces. I am the Many-Faced God. I go back to my room, turn on HBO, and watch the scariest rendition of Hamlet I have ever seen, with crazy puppets murdering each other. I can't take this, and change the channel until I find cartoons. I laugh till I can't breath. I turn off the TV, lay in my bed, close my eyes, and watch the shifting kaleidoscope of colors behind my lids as I hear the thumping rhythm of the music from in my head as I finally fall asleep around 10am.
I woke at 11pm that night. I went to waffle house and ate a ****ing waffle and it was amazing.
