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Posted: March 31st, 2003 | Author: admin | Filed under: LJ | 4 Comments »Ok so shit.
Well, we went to Megan’s house this weekend. Maybe I should start from the top.
Friday night, Jon did a live mix in the studio for our show, using his new equipment. He beatmatched and everything. Very bad ass. Russell hung out with us in the studio.
Afterwards, we went to Megan’s house in Sacramento. We got there at around 1:00 and she had made us cupcakes! They were so good! That night I slept in her parents bed. It was firm and comfortable. I liked it.
Saturday morning we slept in till around 11:30 and Jon made us breakfast because he is a super cool guy like that. He made possibly the best French toast ever. We soon after smoked a bunch.
After chillin for a while, we went shopping for dinner. Now shopping stoned is always an experience, and I think we did alright. We bought everything needed for shish kabobs. Yummy! But we forgot skewers, so I got to drive Jon’s badass car to the store and buy them.
Did I mention it was a beautiful day? Like, perfect.
The shish kabobs were awesome and I loved eating them.
But enough about food already.
At about 7:00 Jon, Russell and I took our DXM pills. Megan and Brian decided not to do theirs because Brian was feeling very sick. He still is. I hope he feels better. Megan is so nice to him he is lucky to have someone taking care of him.
So anyways after an hour, I still wasn’t feeling it. We went outside to smoke, and as soon as we finished, it kicked in. I was in a different world. Now when you are on DXM, time has little meaning, so I’m just going to recite some events, not in chronological order.
The whole night I was feeling very nostalgic. I had a million revelations, and I thought every thought I had ever thought in my life, all that night. I remembered countless previous experiences and memories, and not only the event, but the emotions, smells, touches, and sounds associated with that event. I recalled events in my childhood that I had completely forgot and that had deep meaning to who I am and had become. It is impossible to even begin to explain what happened that night but I will try.
Normally when we do DXM, it is in our dorm room, or in someone’s room, and we never leave the room. The room becomes our current universe, and you don’t even fathom what is beyond the door to your room. At Megan’s house, however, I freely roamed the house at will, and every room was a separate universe. So if I ever got bored, or scared of a certain place in the house, I could just go to another room, and there would be someone else, doing something else, always, and it always was more interesting. So I had fun doing that.
The house was like an undiscovered world, and it was my job to discover everything.
At one point, Megan mentioned that her brother had a walk in closet, so I immediately had to check it out. It was pretty cool, but not as cool as her closet, which was a normal small closet. I stood in that closet for what seemed like forever. Then I found the downstairs closet!
The downstairs closet was one of those closets that are under the stairs, so they taper off near the end. Well somehow I crawled into the back and wedged myself into the back of the closet. And someone closed the door! I was scared beyond scared that I would be forgotten about and that I’d be in that closet for the rest of my life. Fortunately, Megan helped me out, and I survived!
I remember in Megan’s room, she had some orange Christmas lights. Those were very cool, because there was no other lights on upstairs, and each light was like a little sun. I just sat there for a while and draped the lights over my head.
The experiences were pretty cool, but by far the best part of the night was all the great thoughts that I thought throughout the night. For one night, I was reliving my best and most emotionally powerful moments from my childhood, from the eyes of a child. It was a very cool and very insightful experience. And one that has changed the way I think for the better.
At one point Brian’s friend was trippin on shrooms and DXM, and stoned. He had a crushed up Vicodin pill that he wanted to snort. Now this guy couldn’t hold a conversation, let alone make some lines and snort some Vicodin. Yet for some reason, I saw that he had a problem (he couldn’t make the lines and snort it) and I was helping him by solving that problem. Now this guy really shouldn’t have snorted this Vicodin, but I helped him anyways, even though he didn’t even know where to snort. He was all over the table, until I guided him to the lines. Once again, something I wouldn’t have done sober. Oh well, he made it throughout the night, no harm done.
There are many more memories, but none that are particularly interesting to anyone but me, so I won’t bore you all.
Sunday morning I woke up, after sleeping about 3 hours and having a night of intense, tormenting thoughts, to a beautiful day, and I felt GREAT!
Megan bought us doughnuts (she is badass) and I grubbed on the jelly filled. mmmmmmmm….
We left early, because her parents were coming home, and we got back to school by noon.
When we got back, Jon was tired, so he went to sleep. I, however, had gobs of energy to use, so I went with Sarah and Kindra to the mall to buy Sarah Roller Blades.
We ended up not getting any, because they all sucked. But we got pretty stoned and wandered around the city, doing various things. It was badass. I like Kindra and Sarah. They are badass.
Kayla called Kindra and invited us to the beach, but we couldn’t get a hold of her again, so we decided to go ourselves. We got smore stuff and drove to the beach. It was dark when we got there, so we sat with some white trash guys who were drunk, but pretty nice. We got stoned beyond stoned and just sat there for hours. Our flashlight died, so on the way back to the car, it was pitch black, we were way stoned, and climbing up the face of the cliff, not on the path, but straight through bushes! I thought we were going to get so lost, or at least slip and die, but somehow we made it up and drove home.
When I got home, I hung out with Kindra and Rah for a while, while Jon and Sarah snuck off and did their thing. I was bored but still hyper and kinda stoned, so I went downstairs and hung out with Erin and Irene and saw Megan and Brian (who is still sick).
Irene was drunk and Erin was making fun of us because we were drunk and stoned. It’s ok because Erin is funny. And not fat. If she was fat I wouldn’t let her make fun of my stonedness.
Irene takes a lot of shit from her roommates. Her sickass roommate Tracy had these flower that smelled really bad, and when I went to throw them away, they had mold on them!!!!!
FUCKING MOLD!@!
Anyways, I think I got herpes from that mold. Maybe the Clap.
She is not the only sick one though!!!
Ashley the fatass is very sick too. She had an AOL CD, and I wrote on it in secret skinny language. Skinny Language is a super secret language passed down to us skinny people by our skinny forefathers. It’s very secret and she can’t read it because she is fatass. So I told her on the CD that I was going to send her to “children’s school” and that she was a fatass. But she won’t be able to read it because she is fat and can’t read skinny language!!!!
I feel bad though, because Irene is a nice person and she is going to get Fatass a new CD because she thinks fatass will eat her when she is sleeping because she always gets blamed for everything that happens around here.
If Ashley eats Irene, I will eat her. Fatass.
So anyways, the moral of the story is this:
Badass people:
Fatasses:
Poops:
I’m great
I am in for 8 years