Paincourt Antique

Spittle:

It was so hot. There is something about being here in that time that always reminds me of back then. The formality of time is useless. I can easily say the past occured. I can just as easily tell you what a dead skunk will smell like in the year 2012. That is the year idiots say it will all end. And maybe it will but regardless of what they say a dead skunk will still smell like a dead skunk.

I was remembering a mushroom trip. It was during the day I think around 1996. Man it was so hot. When you stepped outside it felt literally like a sauna. But it was the daytime. My friend Rob had said that the Mexicans did it during the darkness of nights because they felt that if it was something that could make a man or woman insane. I suppose “mysteries” like darkness?
Regardless, who cares about ancient Aztecs and their religion anyway? I think that was my response. My responses were always laced with alcohol in those days and I almost think that I wanted the mushrooms just so I would be able to drink all day. I dearly loved that combination of the clear headed sardonics with the lusty menthol brain. There was something great about it. I think that might have been a reaction to some of the earlier experiences with the “head people” that always had this clinical approach to taking drugs. Everything had to be a god damn ceremony and I hated that. It smacked of church in my opinion. I wanted to do whatever - whenever, I assumed that my body would tell me when enough was enough and you know what? I was USUALLY right.

So it came time to indulge ourselves. We took them juicy buggers. Previously in the day I had went down to the Central West End and did some record shopping. I bought Electr-o-pura by Yo La Tengo. It was somewhere during the listening of that where she came in. A blinding flash of white light that also had pearly waves meshed inside of it - she was all yellow and purple and I remember thinking that she should have been red and green. I thought maybe the angle of the sun had something to do with it. I was sure that after the years of “experimentation” that I had seen it all but this was one of a kind. This woman was dancing and swaying in the thin air and she did not exist. But yet she was so vivid and ….. well all I could do was sit back and watch her. I was hoping she’d say something but by this time my thoughts were somewhere else. They weren’t even attached to the other senses. They were all separated and they were all trying to find their own game. Somewhere though I had a thought and it said, “this is alright, but it’s time for more rum and coke.” With that all of the senses came crowding back into my head and she slowly disappeared back into from which she came. I got up and walked through the doorway where she once stood and into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink.