HD Quality World

This past Sunday, I had the privilege of eating mushrooms for the second time in my life. An old roommie and I ate the shrooms at my house before we set out down Johnson Creek trail, which led us to the walking/running path at Town Lake. For what could have been two hours or two days, we laughed our asses off as we enjoyed the dazzling psychological journey that is a trip. The following is a record I kept of the experience in a little red notebook. I’ve added extra words in some places to keep it coherent, but it is predominately what I wrote down at the time, screaming capital letters included.

About to eat 2.3 g. Just ate 2.3 g. Looked like two twisted Halloween trees. Going to be like an amusement park ride-everyone gets a ride, only the ride is different for all.

Going down the Johnson Creek trail. Sat down by the old wind mill, smoking a spliff and a J. Joint starting to get very hard to hold up. Laughing because we know it started. Sitting in the middle of trees between two battlefields of traffic. I don’t want to stand up, really.

Less words are more, don’t wanna talk. “You can just toss it,” I say about the roach. Seeing HD quality life, the world is coming through clearly. The thought of any movement is irrelevant. Ben says, “I’m a little light in the loafers.”

Small sick stomach feeling on edge of mind. Couldn’t comprehend vomiting.

The tunnel echoes. A huge spider sits in the middle of its web. It’s so huge that it looks like a toy. If we wanted to clear this tunnel of spiders, we could eliminate all of them. A lot of responsibility comes with the power to destroy.

Spray paint looks like it’s breathing on the sidewalk. Do not forget the extreme paint or anything about this experience.

Scream and wave arms at cars passing by at 100 mph, they don’t stop. It’s a good thing I’m not in trouble.

It feels good to hit myself. Don’t have time not valid. Run down the parkway to the trail. People like to hear what we have to say. Don’t hesitate to say something.

Laughing, we think the water cooler scene is funny, but we can’t say why. We made it to the lake. The geese are calling my name. There’s a huge vine-like branch. It’s so damn hard to keep a discussion going or finish a sentence. We need a guide.

Sitting at a picnic table near a pool. Closing your eyes is not anywhere near as good as having them open. How much we like cheese has us going crazy. I feel like lying down somewhere and thinking. You need an excuse for NOT laughing. Drugs are amazing.

We were thinking about the decision, the choice of who we are. Whenever I make a decision, I question whether it’s right. Go with it.

Walking back home. Ben is sweating buckets and constantly sucking camelback. That guy is thirsty! Artists spray painting tunnel wall. Don’t feel like letting us admire their work. Just want to go about their business. That’s all you can expect from anyone. You have to defend your choice, but you shouldn’t be defensive. Ran from the front of trail-finally home.

When you write instead of talk, you can get through one whole thought without cracking up. When you write on this type of notebook paper, you get worried about whether or not your writing crosses the center line. YOU DON”T HAVE TO worry whether you go across. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT.

The problem with writing is that it cuts you off from the world like a vegetarian. But everyone should be cut off from this world in his own way. It’s exactly like that amusement park ride-life is exactly like an amusement park. Every ride is your own ride and you don’t have to describe it. But when you can find the words, people seem to enjoy it. But they have to go about their business, and YOU HAVE TO SHUT UP sometimes.

Wanting to do things is what makes life so interesting. You have to want to do something, and it seems like you enjoy writing more than anything else. Though you’d get paid for it, you’d do it anyway. That’s going about your business. THAT’S your fucking business.