Out with the civilized A***** and J***, the nephew's old roommate. The Blues's Can, followed by Twisted. And A***** is down for mushrooms, and J*** agrees to try the Sassafrass with me.
It takes an hour or so to kick in, but when it does I'm fucked. Really fucked. Not driving home tonight fucked, which for me is pretty fucked up.
Amazing. All the love and empathy, ridiculous visuals *(the stage within the stage within the stage...).
We find a cab when it closes up and make our way to the Gay Bar. I don't remember this, and I'm not really drinking....
Twisted, dancing, a hot brunette, 6' tall, held on a leash by a 4'6" black woman, groups of hot women in the background, this is all I remember, and pleasantly brushing off the groups of Filipino and older/younger male admirers, happy, soooo happy. This is what it's all about...
Even J*** is impressed, never been that thrilled with MDMA but this time it's different, A*****, he's off on his own mushroom trip, totally fucked up, happy as well, we're all pretty thrilled to be alive...
...afterwards, to J***'s place, I ask for a drink, he cracks a bottle of prosecco..."50$ a bottle ..." he tells us, "I don't like it....". He repeats the price a number of times, as if $50.00 a bottle is beyond our comprehension. And he's lost his phone, left it in the cab, a "It's a $1000.00 dollar phone..." he tells us...
Everything has a price and he's too quick to let us know. He's alright, but I trust him as far as I can throw him. By 5:00 AM I'm sober enough to grab a cab for me and A*****, drop him off, recover the jeep, the next day I'm surprisingly well recovered...