shameless_heifer
08-29-2004, 09:18 PM
I was wading through the sea of smilling faces as a group of hippies called for me to join them. I walked towards them smilling. I sat next to a lady with a star tatoo'd on her shoulder. She told me her name was Star Child as she passed me a joint. I took the joint inhailing deeply, I could feel the Buzz washing over me as I let the smoke curl into rings from my lips. My eyes were seeing colors more brilliant than the flashing strobe lites in the window of the headshop we were sitting in front of on Haight Street. Everything sparkled, even the people seemed to glow. When I started seeing paisleys and trailers I knew I was trippin'. I asked Star Child what was in the joint we were smoking and she just shrugged her shoulders as she said grining.. PCP I think or maybe DMT. I took another hit and passed it to the dude sitting next to me.
He looked to be in his fourties. His skin was withered with deep lines in his face. He had a big ruby in his left nostral and an old captains hat covering his shaggy black hair. There was a long scar from his right eye to his throat. He took the joint and handed me a bottle of MD 2020 in a paper bag I drank hungerly from the bottle as my thirst had grow and my mouth had become tremendously dry from whatever was in the doobie.
There were hundreds of people in the street, dancing and chanting as we sat the on the sidewalk smoking reffer and drinking from the paper bag. Music was coming from everywhere at once. In the darkness of night the street seemed to melt into a su-realistic state of concessness, the mimes with their painted faces acting out sceens of drama in their theactrical form, taunting the tourists as they stared from the protection of their cars, windows rolled up as to not "catch anything". The Flower Childern tossing flowers on their cars as they passed clicking their cameras, lightbulbs flashing leaving trailers in the San Francisco mist. I felt alive, alive and part of something life changing, world changing even, like minded people gathering to make a difference. I was Home and there was love all around me.
He looked to be in his fourties. His skin was withered with deep lines in his face. He had a big ruby in his left nostral and an old captains hat covering his shaggy black hair. There was a long scar from his right eye to his throat. He took the joint and handed me a bottle of MD 2020 in a paper bag I drank hungerly from the bottle as my thirst had grow and my mouth had become tremendously dry from whatever was in the doobie.
There were hundreds of people in the street, dancing and chanting as we sat the on the sidewalk smoking reffer and drinking from the paper bag. Music was coming from everywhere at once. In the darkness of night the street seemed to melt into a su-realistic state of concessness, the mimes with their painted faces acting out sceens of drama in their theactrical form, taunting the tourists as they stared from the protection of their cars, windows rolled up as to not "catch anything". The Flower Childern tossing flowers on their cars as they passed clicking their cameras, lightbulbs flashing leaving trailers in the San Francisco mist. I felt alive, alive and part of something life changing, world changing even, like minded people gathering to make a difference. I was Home and there was love all around me.