Monday, December 28, 2009
I Love these kind of stories
Ok. Me and 4 friends were hanging out and tripping shrooms one night and for some reason cigarettes seemed like a life force for us (we were tripping hard, I almost jumped onto a train car to escape; just ride it til it stopped and there I would start a new life). Well while we were in the Wallgreens I cant remember exactly what happened but this is what I do remember...I had to buy a pack for my buddy because he didnt have his ID and so I tell the lady what I want, but I'm starting to like freak out for some reason, I spit it out and shes like "your total is ____" and I give her the cash, and she hands me my change. At which point I start to walk away leaving the cigarettes on the counter and about 3 feet from the door she yells back to me and I turn around and just stare at her, tripping bawlz. I can see shes starting to get annoyed and paranoid and I'm still just standing there staring at her. I realize that I need the cigarettes because they are my life force so I run over to her and pick them off the counter and hastily open them and then lit one in the store, puffing heavily at it.She tells us all to leave immediately or shes calling the cops, so we bolt and ended up walking through the park all night, trippiing hard and pondering life.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Backpacking on a Budget
I've recently been familiarizing myself with 4chan. Transporations is one of image board sections. It was interesting to read one of the posts where someone shared his story about taking public transportation between downtown Baltimore and Six Flags outside of D.C. After seeing others share their adventures with public transportation, I felt obligated to put in my two cents.
Note: For most of my life I've viewed the fact of not having a car as booty. Since the days of high school my outlook of many things (including how I get around). While financial contraints have played a major role, I've learned to try and get the most out of life even without the convience of owning a car
Living in New York City all my life I've been spoiled with having access with the best public transportation system in the world. Of course it takes moments like being stranded on the outskirts of Richmond, Virginia after a cab wanted $101 take me 39 miles south on I-95 to remind myself of this.
I've had quite a few public transportation adventures. There are quite a few transportation systems in the New York City/tri-state region including the MTA subways and busses, New Jersey PATH trains, and the Metro-North, Long Island Rail Road, and NJ Transit commuter lines.
A few years ago I discovered that there were chinatown bus companies that went to cities like Philadelphia, Baltimore, D.C. and Boston at a fraction of the price greyhound was charging (this was before Bolt and Megabus).
While there are several chinatown bus companies that offer service to those major cities, there are also a few that travel to smaller cities like Albany and Norfolk, Virginia. There are other major cities they cover like Atlanta but with the money they charge, you could probably find a cheaper airfare from a budget carrier.
Tying it back in with public transportation, it feels adventurous whenever I start off taking the MTA bus and subway to chinatown, then a few hours later I'm familarizing myself with the SEPTA system in Philadelphia, the METRO system in DC, or the T in Boston.
There are quite a few stories I have and eventually my blog will contain each and every one of them (as oppose to being spead out between facebook, myspace, and livejournal)
Keep an eye out on emanuelross.blogspot.com
Note: For most of my life I've viewed the fact of not having a car as booty. Since the days of high school my outlook of many things (including how I get around). While financial contraints have played a major role, I've learned to try and get the most out of life even without the convience of owning a car
Living in New York City all my life I've been spoiled with having access with the best public transportation system in the world. Of course it takes moments like being stranded on the outskirts of Richmond, Virginia after a cab wanted $101 take me 39 miles south on I-95 to remind myself of this.
I've had quite a few public transportation adventures. There are quite a few transportation systems in the New York City/tri-state region including the MTA subways and busses, New Jersey PATH trains, and the Metro-North, Long Island Rail Road, and NJ Transit commuter lines.
A few years ago I discovered that there were chinatown bus companies that went to cities like Philadelphia, Baltimore, D.C. and Boston at a fraction of the price greyhound was charging (this was before Bolt and Megabus).
While there are several chinatown bus companies that offer service to those major cities, there are also a few that travel to smaller cities like Albany and Norfolk, Virginia. There are other major cities they cover like Atlanta but with the money they charge, you could probably find a cheaper airfare from a budget carrier.
Tying it back in with public transportation, it feels adventurous whenever I start off taking the MTA bus and subway to chinatown, then a few hours later I'm familarizing myself with the SEPTA system in Philadelphia, the METRO system in DC, or the T in Boston.
There are quite a few stories I have and eventually my blog will contain each and every one of them (as oppose to being spead out between facebook, myspace, and livejournal)
Keep an eye out on emanuelross.blogspot.com
Dumbfuckery
I just learned a new word today
Used in a sentence:
I'm a raging alcoholic, so I used to take public transit through and to bad neighborhoods to get to cheap bars. This is in Chicago, on the Red Line train which runs 24/7.I've seen people do drugs, pickpocket, robbed others at knifepoint, urinate, fight, and punch the lighting systems... all in the same train car as me. I've never had any problems personally, I just sit there with my headphones and ignore whatever dumbfuckery is going on.
Used in a sentence:
I'm a raging alcoholic, so I used to take public transit through and to bad neighborhoods to get to cheap bars. This is in Chicago, on the Red Line train which runs 24/7.I've seen people do drugs, pickpocket, robbed others at knifepoint, urinate, fight, and punch the lighting systems... all in the same train car as me. I've never had any problems personally, I just sit there with my headphones and ignore whatever dumbfuckery is going on.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Suicide Girls
I find myself drawn to women whose bodies are covered with tattoos...as far as suicide girls the last time I found myself drooling over them was on a late night skinimax program that contained nude photoshoots.
I only been to one or two burlesque shows. The one at Coney Island had alot of suicide type girls performing.
Like bodybuiding some of those girls are hot, and sometimes those features just enhance their overall appearance, but I'd be more willing to hook up with a female bodybuilder who isnt exactly easy on the eye, then date an ugly suicide girl (went to school with too many of them)
I only been to one or two burlesque shows. The one at Coney Island had alot of suicide type girls performing.
Like bodybuiding some of those girls are hot, and sometimes those features just enhance their overall appearance, but I'd be more willing to hook up with a female bodybuilder who isnt exactly easy on the eye, then date an ugly suicide girl (went to school with too many of them)
BuffCuties is Back
To this day I'm kicking myself for missing the Olympia this year. Looking at the facebook event page for the 2010 Arnold Sports Festival, I didn't want time to pass and be in the same boat financially.
For quite some time I debated whether put advertising on my site or not. I'd love to be optimistic and rely on paypal donations, but it would've been pointless to RSVP as a confirmed attendee (as oppose to "maybe attending" depending on my financial situation come early March)
I'm hoping that Adsense will definitely bridge that gap and I'll be able to join the party at the Japanese restaurant on Thursday night.
All the updates I've been doing for the past few days can still be found on my current blog (http://cwilsonmedia.blogspot.com) but any new uploads uploads will be on http://www.buffcuties.co.nr. When I complete the process of building the models galleries, all of my physique content will eventually be linked to http://www.buffcuties.co.nr
For quite some time I debated whether put advertising on my site or not. I'd love to be optimistic and rely on paypal donations, but it would've been pointless to RSVP as a confirmed attendee (as oppose to "maybe attending" depending on my financial situation come early March)
I'm hoping that Adsense will definitely bridge that gap and I'll be able to join the party at the Japanese restaurant on Thursday night.
All the updates I've been doing for the past few days can still be found on my current blog (http://cwilsonmedia.blogspot.com) but any new uploads uploads will be on http://www.buffcuties.co.nr. When I complete the process of building the models galleries, all of my physique content will eventually be linked to http://www.buffcuties.co.nr
Persistence Pays Off
Alot of girls were telling me this ain't that kind of party when I tried to offer them beads in exchange for getting a glimpse of their tits. As hopeless as it felt at times, I knew there was one in every crowd. That night there happened to be four. Out of all of them I've got to say these were the best. The titties didn't disappoint and she didn't mind posing for multiple shots.
National Go Topless Day 2009
On one hand I feel like a dick for posting pictures of Juelz after promising her that I wouldn't. However I probably wouldn't have to look very hard to find photos that other photographers posted that afternoon.
Later on she stood me up waiting on 25th and 10th. Her defense later (after apologizing initially) was that she took her top off earlier. Many other photographers was spared the luxury of dealing with her BS all week.
Aside from that I would've probably posted them anyway being that she was the only one pressing her breast against all the topless chicks she posed with. Thankfully they didn't mind. In fact some looked like they even enjoyed it (see above).
The best shot of the day was missed when I gave the camera to someone to take a picture with me in it. Before getting in the shot I look over to find Juelz and another chick rubbing breasts (something I've only seen in lesbian porn)
I look back and find that the dude wasn't snapping away as he damn well should have. To make matters worse I tried to approach the other chick for another photo opportunity only to get cock blocked by one of those raelean cult bastards.
The other chick volunteered to come back for a shot on her own recognizance, but it didn't have the same magic that initially got my tool up. It was more or less the same as the rest of the shots of Juelz posing topless with the other chicks...
Can't believe that I just find myself bitching like an ungrateful bastard. Central Park isn't like South Beach where I can go any given weekend and find topless women sunbathing. Missed photo opportunities doesn't compare to just enjoying the moment while taking it all in.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Another Day, Another Struggle
Before going to bed earlier this morning, the last thing I wrote on my facebook status update was "I need something to motivate me out of this slump...if it was only simple as peanut butter and jelly (that's all this kid needs)". Below was a youtube attachment of a fat kid going crazy for the song "Its peanut butter jelly time". If it wasn't for that flashback to Saturday afternoon, I don't know if I'd still be in my bed or not. However it sure is a relief to be behind this computer putting my ideas into words than lying in my bed with the only thoughts racing are reason's why it doesn't make sense to get up and face life.
Its safe to say that I hit that point where I need help. There are times where I feel strong enough to be able to handle things on my own. However every once in a while I find myself out of steam. My old doctor said everyone has their period of ups and downs. One major difference however are most are functional enough to be able to maintain their obligations. As much as I want to take the next step and follow through on the job offering my cousin informed me about, there is no fucking way they'll be a happy ending, at least in the long run.
Coming to that realization it seems like I'm up shit creek without a paddle. There seems to be no easy way out of this mess. Wondering what the next step is seems to be pointless. Yes I have some hobbies that allow me to maintain some sort of significance, but it still leaves me in the same place at the end of the day. I'm afraid to leave out the door to this room and face my mom and her world of negativity. Thinking of that makes me go back to why it felt impossible to rise out of bed.
The fact that I have a dental appointment tomorrow feels like a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for that there's no telling if I could've brought myself to go back to that support group tomorrow night. Being in the state I was in an hour ago would've given me just cause, but it truly feels like the MDSG has become a cause to relapse than a solution to my problems. In many ways it was my last attempt to engage in being in part of something. Now I'm left thinking its not possible.
Staring at an empty flask of brandy, it feels like the next logical step is to seek salvation in a bottle. Bringing the browns to the superbowl will seem like a small price to pay for not having to deal with the situation at hand. On second thought there's a book upstairs that I've been meaning to crack open for awhile. While it won't solve all my problems, it'll help get a major beast off of my back.
Its safe to say that I hit that point where I need help. There are times where I feel strong enough to be able to handle things on my own. However every once in a while I find myself out of steam. My old doctor said everyone has their period of ups and downs. One major difference however are most are functional enough to be able to maintain their obligations. As much as I want to take the next step and follow through on the job offering my cousin informed me about, there is no fucking way they'll be a happy ending, at least in the long run.
Coming to that realization it seems like I'm up shit creek without a paddle. There seems to be no easy way out of this mess. Wondering what the next step is seems to be pointless. Yes I have some hobbies that allow me to maintain some sort of significance, but it still leaves me in the same place at the end of the day. I'm afraid to leave out the door to this room and face my mom and her world of negativity. Thinking of that makes me go back to why it felt impossible to rise out of bed.
The fact that I have a dental appointment tomorrow feels like a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for that there's no telling if I could've brought myself to go back to that support group tomorrow night. Being in the state I was in an hour ago would've given me just cause, but it truly feels like the MDSG has become a cause to relapse than a solution to my problems. In many ways it was my last attempt to engage in being in part of something. Now I'm left thinking its not possible.
Staring at an empty flask of brandy, it feels like the next logical step is to seek salvation in a bottle. Bringing the browns to the superbowl will seem like a small price to pay for not having to deal with the situation at hand. On second thought there's a book upstairs that I've been meaning to crack open for awhile. While it won't solve all my problems, it'll help get a major beast off of my back.
I thought I was messy
Anyone whose ever been to my house knows my family has issues with keeping its appearance neat and tidy. However I took one look at this link and realized no matter how messy your house is, its not as nearly as disgusting as other unkept homes.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/18180/
After taking a look at the pictures, be sure to check out the comments. Some of the reactions are priceless
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/18180/
After taking a look at the pictures, be sure to check out the comments. Some of the reactions are priceless
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Feeding my head on a Monday night down in the West Village
As much as I want to get some sleep right now, its gonna be at least a few more hours till the smack leaves my system. The original plan was to take two tabs and see where the night goes from there. Everything changed when Chris got a call from the dealer and said we'd have to wait until the weekend to take him up on the $5 tabs.
As disspointed as I was, everything happens for a reason. Chris was still determined to feed his head. When he first mention his backup plan I was skeptic. The last $15 I spent on a pill from this motherfucker felt like money down the drain. When Chris said the shit he got now is alot better, my first instincts was he's full of shit. He said the same thing about the shit I took being better than the Bart Simpson E he sold Chris weeks ago.
When Chris came back to Washingon Square Park with the shit, I popped it expecting another placebo high that would probably go nowhere. For the first hour and change my stomache just felt warm at times. It wasn't until a group appoached me that the shit started to take on more than a placebo effect. The whole time Chris was ahead of me about 45 minutes being that he likes to pop shit the second it gets in his hand.
While playing "Breakfast at Tiffany's" I made more than one comment about tripping hardcore. After making my way into Wicked Willy's, it was one of those "What the fuck did I get myself into" sort of trips. Making my way back outside there were some free samples that didn't seem like a bad idea at the time to part take in. The dude poured some shit in my hand and told me to put in on my gums. Its dumb how I waited till after I did it to inquire about what it was.
Essentially its the same shit that's keeping me up right now. And to think the dominoes all trace back to getting the can from a gig. Regardless of all the twist and turns of the past 24 hours I still had a good night. Earlier Chris and I crashed a party at a restaurant. After grabbing my plate and reaching for some food, some dude asked who invited me to the private party. I told him something along the lines of "Nobody but this is how I roll". The sweet aroma of burgers hit me from the corner of the block. We somewhat got off track from the direct route to Washington Square Park and found ourselves in the bowery. If Chris wasn't with me I would've probably went back in for some more food and possibly another cup of beer from the keg.
I guess what really made the night was this dude we met from Minneapolis who was proud to show us shots he took of Beyonce's camel toe earlier outside of Madison Square Garden. Quite honestly I see celebrity sightings like tits. Its nothing I go looking for, but when they're out its nice to look at. Minneapolis did come in handy as far as bumming smokes.
Earlier that night a dude I met in the park laid down his jacket on the sidewalk and lied down. Where my mind was presently at, the only thing that would've stopped me from doing the same thing is cops see that as sort of a red flag and one thing I hate is having pigs in my face (especially as a buzz killer). I did strech out on the F train on the ride back to 179th Street. After ending my set with "White Rabbit" I gave the guitar to Chris and said "I spoke my peace". The first tune I played in West 4th was "Comfortably Numb" which pretty much summed up the last 24 hours.
I got dry mouth like a motherfucker so I'll probably grab a drink and find some other way to occupy my time before sleep kicks in. At some points I'll fill in the blanks and hope to yet again gain some perspective from the experience (hopefully for the better).
As disspointed as I was, everything happens for a reason. Chris was still determined to feed his head. When he first mention his backup plan I was skeptic. The last $15 I spent on a pill from this motherfucker felt like money down the drain. When Chris said the shit he got now is alot better, my first instincts was he's full of shit. He said the same thing about the shit I took being better than the Bart Simpson E he sold Chris weeks ago.
When Chris came back to Washingon Square Park with the shit, I popped it expecting another placebo high that would probably go nowhere. For the first hour and change my stomache just felt warm at times. It wasn't until a group appoached me that the shit started to take on more than a placebo effect. The whole time Chris was ahead of me about 45 minutes being that he likes to pop shit the second it gets in his hand.
While playing "Breakfast at Tiffany's" I made more than one comment about tripping hardcore. After making my way into Wicked Willy's, it was one of those "What the fuck did I get myself into" sort of trips. Making my way back outside there were some free samples that didn't seem like a bad idea at the time to part take in. The dude poured some shit in my hand and told me to put in on my gums. Its dumb how I waited till after I did it to inquire about what it was.
Essentially its the same shit that's keeping me up right now. And to think the dominoes all trace back to getting the can from a gig. Regardless of all the twist and turns of the past 24 hours I still had a good night. Earlier Chris and I crashed a party at a restaurant. After grabbing my plate and reaching for some food, some dude asked who invited me to the private party. I told him something along the lines of "Nobody but this is how I roll". The sweet aroma of burgers hit me from the corner of the block. We somewhat got off track from the direct route to Washington Square Park and found ourselves in the bowery. If Chris wasn't with me I would've probably went back in for some more food and possibly another cup of beer from the keg.
I guess what really made the night was this dude we met from Minneapolis who was proud to show us shots he took of Beyonce's camel toe earlier outside of Madison Square Garden. Quite honestly I see celebrity sightings like tits. Its nothing I go looking for, but when they're out its nice to look at. Minneapolis did come in handy as far as bumming smokes.
Earlier that night a dude I met in the park laid down his jacket on the sidewalk and lied down. Where my mind was presently at, the only thing that would've stopped me from doing the same thing is cops see that as sort of a red flag and one thing I hate is having pigs in my face (especially as a buzz killer). I did strech out on the F train on the ride back to 179th Street. After ending my set with "White Rabbit" I gave the guitar to Chris and said "I spoke my peace". The first tune I played in West 4th was "Comfortably Numb" which pretty much summed up the last 24 hours.
I got dry mouth like a motherfucker so I'll probably grab a drink and find some other way to occupy my time before sleep kicks in. At some points I'll fill in the blanks and hope to yet again gain some perspective from the experience (hopefully for the better).
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Rolling On LSD
(Note: I wrote this several weeks ago on a friends computer and its been sitting in my private livejournal acoount for awhile. After reading a few of my facebook notes I decided to add this to the set)
Id normally be posting this to my facebook or livejournal but the internet connection is non existant. Rather than wake Chris up again I'll just save this and hope it makes its way online soon.
The theme to this new year seems to be experimentation with drugs I've never tried before. I bragged non stop about my mushroom extravaganza on new years. One thing I mentioned that night that didn't seem to resonate until now was "I want more!!!"...the emotions that went through that moment were all in slow motion.
Writing about that story I was still feeling the effects of it. Between then and now I've been smoking weed and have yet to come close to magic of that night. Weed has now become something thats more bottom shelf like 75 cent 16 oz King Cobras. Sure it'll get the job done in getting you shitfaced but it'll never be like the times where you first discovered its joys.
I've been fixated on taking LSD ever since a friend of mine told me the parallels it had with mushrooms.
There are many days where its a struggle for me to get out the house and make money, but the best thing about my chosen profession is where the night takes me.
I started playing outside the entrance to Penn Station on 32nd and 7th not knowing that a Grateful Dead concert had just started at Madison Square Garden. After getting a feel of the atmosphere I knew it was a perfect time to get my hands on some good shit. It would've been one of nights where I would've went home banging my head for letting an opportunity pass.
Fate put a show roadie in my life that was able to sell me a tab. My plan was going to be to wait until Chris came through so we could trip on the shit together. I didn't expect him to come through already peaking on E. Even though he made me hold off on launching off, the rest of that night was pretty sweet.
Jaime gave me his number a few days ago and he was able to pick up with where my brother didn't want any part in. I dropped the tab on my tongue after I left out the door and didn't take it off until I saw it was starting to interfere with my beer consumption. I recall telling Jaime "I just brought one beer for myself because it'll be fucking depressing if I go through two beers only to find that the motherfucker sold me bullshit".
I'm not a fan of Seth McFarlene but his humor resonates with a schmuck who's acid trip was just kicking in. Between Family Guy, American Dad, and clips from Hulk, I was taking it all in. As cool as the visual effects were in Ang Lee's film, they came second to the beauty that is Jennifer Connelly.
I convinced Chris to meet me at Jaime's crib. When he finally got there they burned down before Chris convinced us to start motivating to the city.
Its funny how something sound good in theory, like going to the city for a concert on its way to conneticut.
One of the most memorable moments of my trip was listening to Third Stone from the Sun on Chris's Ipod while our train made its way from Jamaica, Queens to Midtown Manhattan.
The only thing I can compare the visuals to is a clip in a Jefferson Starship music video. There's a portition in the bridge where the camera pans across various individuals behind city landscapes. Between the image of people moving slowly and standing still on the platform with the train slowing down and accelerating, it fitted perfectly with the grafitti reflected through the lights in the subway tunnels. It was plenty of visual candy to keep my mind occupied.
I've taken many strolls on 34th street between Herald Square and Penn Station but acid goggles made it appear like I was in a different city. The big posters and vibrant lights made the streets even more tranquil as they were far less crowded than I was accustomed to them being.
There was a period of a few hours where I didn't know what the fuck to make of the night. Our plans to meet up with the dead heads outside MSG fell through (they didn't return the following night as someone misinformed us). The grilled chicken caesar wrap that I got from Duane Reade was fucking disgusting, and Im still wondering how the fuck I was talked into going to Wicked Willy's when I knew bad karaoke would be there just waiting for us.
Aside from the pitchers he bless me and Jaime with, Chris was able to win back my trust in his judgement with the director's cut of The Butterfly Effect.
For the past two weeks I've been looking to watch the movie with Chris and ironically I wait until an acid trip to see what this film is all about
Its funny how I wrote this movie off when it first came out, but Im glad how the timing fell in place perfectly. At times it was almost scary feeling the emotions of the movie alongside whatever the LSD was triggering in my brain.
I have yet to completely come off my trip and I'm hoping to fit in one or two more stories before I spark an L, go to sleep and have the last 12 hours be a distant memory.
Id normally be posting this to my facebook or livejournal but the internet connection is non existant. Rather than wake Chris up again I'll just save this and hope it makes its way online soon.
The theme to this new year seems to be experimentation with drugs I've never tried before. I bragged non stop about my mushroom extravaganza on new years. One thing I mentioned that night that didn't seem to resonate until now was "I want more!!!"...the emotions that went through that moment were all in slow motion.
Writing about that story I was still feeling the effects of it. Between then and now I've been smoking weed and have yet to come close to magic of that night. Weed has now become something thats more bottom shelf like 75 cent 16 oz King Cobras. Sure it'll get the job done in getting you shitfaced but it'll never be like the times where you first discovered its joys.
I've been fixated on taking LSD ever since a friend of mine told me the parallels it had with mushrooms.
There are many days where its a struggle for me to get out the house and make money, but the best thing about my chosen profession is where the night takes me.
I started playing outside the entrance to Penn Station on 32nd and 7th not knowing that a Grateful Dead concert had just started at Madison Square Garden. After getting a feel of the atmosphere I knew it was a perfect time to get my hands on some good shit. It would've been one of nights where I would've went home banging my head for letting an opportunity pass.
Fate put a show roadie in my life that was able to sell me a tab. My plan was going to be to wait until Chris came through so we could trip on the shit together. I didn't expect him to come through already peaking on E. Even though he made me hold off on launching off, the rest of that night was pretty sweet.
Jaime gave me his number a few days ago and he was able to pick up with where my brother didn't want any part in. I dropped the tab on my tongue after I left out the door and didn't take it off until I saw it was starting to interfere with my beer consumption. I recall telling Jaime "I just brought one beer for myself because it'll be fucking depressing if I go through two beers only to find that the motherfucker sold me bullshit".
I'm not a fan of Seth McFarlene but his humor resonates with a schmuck who's acid trip was just kicking in. Between Family Guy, American Dad, and clips from Hulk, I was taking it all in. As cool as the visual effects were in Ang Lee's film, they came second to the beauty that is Jennifer Connelly.
I convinced Chris to meet me at Jaime's crib. When he finally got there they burned down before Chris convinced us to start motivating to the city.
Its funny how something sound good in theory, like going to the city for a concert on its way to conneticut.
One of the most memorable moments of my trip was listening to Third Stone from the Sun on Chris's Ipod while our train made its way from Jamaica, Queens to Midtown Manhattan.
The only thing I can compare the visuals to is a clip in a Jefferson Starship music video. There's a portition in the bridge where the camera pans across various individuals behind city landscapes. Between the image of people moving slowly and standing still on the platform with the train slowing down and accelerating, it fitted perfectly with the grafitti reflected through the lights in the subway tunnels. It was plenty of visual candy to keep my mind occupied.
I've taken many strolls on 34th street between Herald Square and Penn Station but acid goggles made it appear like I was in a different city. The big posters and vibrant lights made the streets even more tranquil as they were far less crowded than I was accustomed to them being.
There was a period of a few hours where I didn't know what the fuck to make of the night. Our plans to meet up with the dead heads outside MSG fell through (they didn't return the following night as someone misinformed us). The grilled chicken caesar wrap that I got from Duane Reade was fucking disgusting, and Im still wondering how the fuck I was talked into going to Wicked Willy's when I knew bad karaoke would be there just waiting for us.
Aside from the pitchers he bless me and Jaime with, Chris was able to win back my trust in his judgement with the director's cut of The Butterfly Effect.
For the past two weeks I've been looking to watch the movie with Chris and ironically I wait until an acid trip to see what this film is all about
Its funny how I wrote this movie off when it first came out, but Im glad how the timing fell in place perfectly. At times it was almost scary feeling the emotions of the movie alongside whatever the LSD was triggering in my brain.
I have yet to completely come off my trip and I'm hoping to fit in one or two more stories before I spark an L, go to sleep and have the last 12 hours be a distant memory.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Sex, Drugs, & Rock 'N Roll makes me come back every year for more (Culture Shock '09)
I'm still rushing off my run and at some point I'd like to come back and fill in all the crazy details about the weekend. Below are some of the highlights I choose to share before I spark an L and call it a night
For quite awhile I was trying to figure out who was headlining the event. I never heard of Drake or The Cool Kids, but both their sets made me satisfied that I came this year. Most of the other acts that came on stage earlier killed it as well.
I went up friday afternoon and left my accomidations up to chance. It was a situation I faced on a nightly basis two years ago, but being that I was with a friend things didn't look any easier.
Luckily my boy came though and found two different places for us to crash. The first night I had a spot on the floor @ H-1-3 in the olde. I must've spent at least two hours playing guitar while Chris came in and improvised on the other one. There was a few songs in my repertoire that everybody knew so we all sang along
The following afternoon a few of the H-1-3 apartment crashers found me laid out somewhere on the grass close to the beer tent. Chris and I took a beer run ealier that afternoon. The 16 oz. Icehouses and the different brands of cigarettes I bummed off other smokers did me in.
After they found and woke me up with "Hey, there's Chris on the ground" I was wide awake. Everyone left shortly after I explained myself but Maeve stayed to chat. Things got interesting when I gave her one of my hugs/humps.
Apparently this is the best way I can tell that a girl is into me. I won't get into details but I knew if my cards where played right, I would've beat. Being caught off guard by her reaction threw my game off a little and it wasn't until after the moment passed that I potentially saw us hooking up.
There was a big Red Bull tent but I didn't see no Red Bull until late Saturday night. Thats when I decided to mix it with some budweiser at the beer tent. One dude whose name I forgot gave me the lowdown on how to get drunk without having to pay $2 for each drink. Around the room there were a few tables. where people kept cups. I went in for the grab on the ones between half full and barely even touched, then I proceeded to pour it in my Red Bull can. (I just admitted to being a degenerate bum on facebook).
Every year like clockwork it seems like one or two characters want to throw shit on stage. Later that night I met the individual who was aiming cupcakes at The Cool Kids during their performance. What facinated me the most was the fact that the dude bought the cupcakes from Dunkin Donuts (as oppose to just tossing random shit he could've found for free...even if his preference was pastries)
The first comment The Cool Kids made about it on stage actually encouraged him to throw more. Eventually they caught him red handed and put him on blast more than once. The people around him helped the cops by pointing out who he was. They grabbed him up but some other shit hit the fan which made the cops scramble off elsewhere. Handcuffs were never put on him so he managed to haul ass and escape his detainment.
This was the first year that I partied at the student center two night in a row duing Culture Shock weekend. On both nights I spent most of my time dancing with a thick white chick named Jodi from Suffolk County. That could've definitely went further but each night her friend had something to do with why she had to suddenly leave.
After I left the Student Center saturday night I went back to H-1-3 and found out me and Chris needed to find someplace else to stay that night. I had a pretty good idea why but sometimes things happen for a reason. There were a couple of street pharmicists advertising good rates on their product and I cashed in. The last one I ran into however made my culture shock one to remember
Chris and I were lying in the grass this morning admiring the purple sky and the structure of clouds that were passing by. It was a totally differerent high than mushrooms where it was more than an enhancer than an hallucinogen....I can go into the details about the trip but I already feel like a dumbass for some of the things I've already shared in this note.
The person who hooked me up that morning just advised me to write "I had a good night". I've had many of good nights but none where I felt the sunshine come in.
While Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb describes my best experience with Mary Jane, the best song that can describe my morming rolling on E is Sunshine on my Shoulders by John Denver
http://www.youtube.com/wat
(Don't care much for the video so its best to close your eyes and visualize the lyrics)
I'm sure this post will bite me in the ass just as sure as my last status update...aww fuck it I'm sure one day I'll have enough tales to write a book that'll enstill a sense of significance to my existence.
For quite awhile I was trying to figure out who was headlining the event. I never heard of Drake or The Cool Kids, but both their sets made me satisfied that I came this year. Most of the other acts that came on stage earlier killed it as well.
I went up friday afternoon and left my accomidations up to chance. It was a situation I faced on a nightly basis two years ago, but being that I was with a friend things didn't look any easier.
Luckily my boy came though and found two different places for us to crash. The first night I had a spot on the floor @ H-1-3 in the olde. I must've spent at least two hours playing guitar while Chris came in and improvised on the other one. There was a few songs in my repertoire that everybody knew so we all sang along
The following afternoon a few of the H-1-3 apartment crashers found me laid out somewhere on the grass close to the beer tent. Chris and I took a beer run ealier that afternoon. The 16 oz. Icehouses and the different brands of cigarettes I bummed off other smokers did me in.
After they found and woke me up with "Hey, there's Chris on the ground" I was wide awake. Everyone left shortly after I explained myself but Maeve stayed to chat. Things got interesting when I gave her one of my hugs/humps.
Apparently this is the best way I can tell that a girl is into me. I won't get into details but I knew if my cards where played right, I would've beat. Being caught off guard by her reaction threw my game off a little and it wasn't until after the moment passed that I potentially saw us hooking up.
There was a big Red Bull tent but I didn't see no Red Bull until late Saturday night. Thats when I decided to mix it with some budweiser at the beer tent. One dude whose name I forgot gave me the lowdown on how to get drunk without having to pay $2 for each drink. Around the room there were a few tables. where people kept cups. I went in for the grab on the ones between half full and barely even touched, then I proceeded to pour it in my Red Bull can. (I just admitted to being a degenerate bum on facebook).
Every year like clockwork it seems like one or two characters want to throw shit on stage. Later that night I met the individual who was aiming cupcakes at The Cool Kids during their performance. What facinated me the most was the fact that the dude bought the cupcakes from Dunkin Donuts (as oppose to just tossing random shit he could've found for free...even if his preference was pastries)
The first comment The Cool Kids made about it on stage actually encouraged him to throw more. Eventually they caught him red handed and put him on blast more than once. The people around him helped the cops by pointing out who he was. They grabbed him up but some other shit hit the fan which made the cops scramble off elsewhere. Handcuffs were never put on him so he managed to haul ass and escape his detainment.
This was the first year that I partied at the student center two night in a row duing Culture Shock weekend. On both nights I spent most of my time dancing with a thick white chick named Jodi from Suffolk County. That could've definitely went further but each night her friend had something to do with why she had to suddenly leave.
After I left the Student Center saturday night I went back to H-1-3 and found out me and Chris needed to find someplace else to stay that night. I had a pretty good idea why but sometimes things happen for a reason. There were a couple of street pharmicists advertising good rates on their product and I cashed in. The last one I ran into however made my culture shock one to remember
Chris and I were lying in the grass this morning admiring the purple sky and the structure of clouds that were passing by. It was a totally differerent high than mushrooms where it was more than an enhancer than an hallucinogen....I can go into the details about the trip but I already feel like a dumbass for some of the things I've already shared in this note.
The person who hooked me up that morning just advised me to write "I had a good night". I've had many of good nights but none where I felt the sunshine come in.
While Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb describes my best experience with Mary Jane, the best song that can describe my morming rolling on E is Sunshine on my Shoulders by John Denver
http://www.youtube.com/wat
(Don't care much for the video so its best to close your eyes and visualize the lyrics)
I'm sure this post will bite me in the ass just as sure as my last status update...aww fuck it I'm sure one day I'll have enough tales to write a book that'll enstill a sense of significance to my existence.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
New Year's Eve 2009 / Schroom Trip
I feel fortunate enough to be sitting here behind my computer able to tell the story. A little more than 24 hours ago I was sitting in the same chair debating what my New Years Eve plans were going to be. I made a post on be-mag about my idea of trying Jenkem for the first time, however Fetus reminded me that it takes days for the "waste" to ferment. I had plans to meet with my cousin Malik before 8pm to get some trees, but in the end I decided to kill two birds with one stone and meet him and my nephew in Brooklyn.
It felt like forever for everything to come. Even after I walked up to Baisley there were several busses that passed with indicators they were not in service. I got to the subway just as an E train was pulling off but the J train to Brooklyn sat in the station for over ten minutes before it took off. Even the indicator for what time the next Manhattan bound L train to Manhattan was off. The wait at Broadway Junction wasn't as bad, it seemed like it took longer to get to my stop. After getting off at Montrose St. stop I followed some kids who were heading towards Meserole St. where the party was. I called my nephew and told him to wave his hands so I can see where they were in line. Malik waved his hand in the air as I closed my cell phone. With them were a few friends that I've seen once or twice at family gathering in my aunt's apartment.
The free party that was advertised on myopenbar.com turned out to be $10. Luckily I didn't pay shit. Through the entrance doors was a staircase which led to the party. The staircase was pretty packed so I can see how the person marking the hands could make the mistake of thinking I paid already when I was just standing behind the person in front of me. It was better than I expected in the sense that even though they weren't serving drinks, the theme seemed to be bring your own poison. Most of the people seemed younger than me so there was no hardcore shit being done. Whoever didn't have a bottle of booze in their hand was smoking either something they got out of a pack, or something they rolled up themselves. Most of my time there was spent rolling up cigarettes with sprinkles of weed. Some wanted a drag but I didn't want to dissapoint them. What little lift that I got ended after the first two spliffs. I hooked Malik's friend Kyle up with two customers. There was money to be made and I could've got rich quick as a dealer. My bullshit spliff felt more like a magnet for people with money looking to get a fix.
The party ended early but I don't think it was due to the fact I pissed out the window twice. After taking my first piss out the window, I peeked out to see if the coast was clear to take another leak. The cop car outside opted me to wait till later. Leaving out the exit I overheard someone saying the owner of the loft decided things were getting too out of hand. At the bodega near the train station I passed up on the opportunity of buying Bob Marley rolling papers for $1.75. Thought about getting a 24 oz. can till a store clerk said they were $1.50 so I just bought some Bambu rolling papers for a dollar. That same store clerk kicked somebody out of the store before I walked in there. From my angle it looked like someone shoved him out the door till I saw the guy lowering his boot yelling "Get the fuck out of my store!". The subway ride back on the L train was so crazy that I regret not buying a beer. Probably wouldn't have been a good idea because the Montrose street station was full of people from the party and a few decided to hop the turnstiles. The idea looked good till I saw a few people on the bench getting summons followed by two more getting arrested. One of them was starting to lose it asking why he was in handcuffs. The cop just told him to shut his mouth. The first car we got in on the L train was the best. People where downing their drinks, lighting up cigarettes, and the ocassional beating on the ceiling was followed by mosh pits. When we got off at Lorimer street we headed to the G platform. Moments after coming down the stairs I turned my head and saw someone walking down in the train tracks (and he didn't have on an orange vest) He was going to go down there again but his friends pulled him back.
The blunt I smoked before going to bed didn't feel much better than the one I woke up to. People started talking about buying mushrooms and in the end I agreed to go down on half an eighth. In the beginning I regret spending $20 on something that looked liked it came from a corner in an attic. Would've prefered to blow twenty on shitty weed than the shit I put in my mouth. From the little bit splitted with the other dude it seemed like I would've had to buy more of the shit for it to have any effect. For the first hour people shot bull about whatever placebo high they were feeling. Whether they were or not nothing hit me between the house and the 71st Continental Ave. station. Things definitely took hold before the group woke me to get off at Lexington Av.
Anyone whose ever done mushrooms before can tell you their first experience. Mine started by making an ass out of myself inside the subway car on the E train. At this moment I'm still coming off a little of it but I can definitely recollect the highlights of the trip. The first was passing the library on 42nd and 5th. It reminded me from The Wiz that I just saw in its entirety a few days ago. We ventured behind it in Bryant Park and between the bright lights from the pond lighting and holiday shops and the infrastructive of the park itself, I thought I was on another planet. The biggest highlight was definitely Times Square. Someone cracked a joke about how we were staring at smoke above Grand Central like we're tourist. I've personally make it a point to avoid Times Square whenever I'm in the city because I've always questioned why the fuck I was here one I got there. Mushrooms can definitely alter one's look even if its a place you've been before numerous times every year. What made it even more magical was the fact the ball just dropped a couple of hours ago.
There were several other times I made an ass of myself outside the subway. Its debatable whether taking the shrooms was a good decision or not, but the best decision that got us most of us back safely was my nephew being the sober one that looked out for our dumbasses. If he would've had the money to even split an eighth, I'm sure the night would've took a turn for the worse. We started walking down 7th avenue or broadway when he said we were walking in the wrong direction. It sucked that we were walking away from where most of the lights were at, but navigating through the Times Square subway station proved to be interesting as well. Once we got back to 71st Contintental my nephew was hungry so we went to Subway. As I walked in the door following Justin towards the front, the smell that anyone can sense walking into Subway hit me like a brick. Thinking outloud I said "It stinks...smells like someone is dropping a deuce!". I've must of shouted that. Even if my nephew didn't reaffirm it I could tell by the way a group of people were staring at me through the window.
When we got to the bagel shop my cousin was asking me if I had any money. To accommodate him I pulled a twenty out my wallet and said "If this was a titty bar I'd be robbed blind". My cousin said "Watch your mouth yo!". It was only then I noticed two women sitting on the side. One of Malik's sober friends that we ran into outside the station was fucking with me by waving a fritos chip in my face. The idea seemed good but it wasn't until after I bit into in that I remember how disgusting Fritos were (the taste felt weirder than the shrooms that fucked me up). I went rushing to the door to spit that shit out but found a garbage can next to the door which I had trouble opening.
More can be said about my trip but I'd rather wait till tomorrow to talk when my nephew and cousin can remind me of all the dumb shit that they saw me do from their perspective. Overall I just remember a few odd glances on the train before pulling my hat over my eyes, the inablily to stand in one spot without throwing myself off balance, asking people to make sure I don't get hit by a car, and Malik's constant reality checks.
One of the last reality checks he gave was the fact that his father had come home from wherever he was for a couple of days. The only glimpse of hope that we was that his brother was home too. Eventually Malik called him in to see how hard I was trippin' balls. At the time I was in his room spead across the bed savoring the flavor of a Reese's Chocolate Peanut Butter cookie when my cousin Sherali asked "Are you OK?!". Malik said "Take his ass to the guest room he's too fucked up". That's when I volunteered to see myself next door as Sherali paved the way with his hands.
It was hard for me to contain myself with my relatives on the same bed playing video games. My laughing and giggling must've been enough for Malik to kick me out of his room. Going to the next room seemed like the best idea but it was hard for me to move at the time. I thought about going home after taking the schrooms but I scammed the station booth clerk into letting me in for free. They were initiallly talked about going to some bar serving $1 drinks (some sort of facebook gathering). I'm sure we would've been kicked out of any bar ifI would've pulled the same shit that went down at Subway and the bagel shop.
Aside from the fireworks, the sensation I felt can summed up best by the 1st verse of Neil Young's After the Goldrush
Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming saying something about the queen
There was music playing and peasant singing as the archer split the trees
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun that was floating on the breeze
Look at mother nature on the run in the 1970's
I was reciting the lyrics to several songs after having flashes of where I've come to at this point in my life and how things were falling into place as the universe seems fit. Through experiences both good and bad I learned I'm exactly where I want to be in life. An epiphany that seemed to bring closure to events in my life that I wanted desperately to forget. This is another part of my trip that even though it would be best to recollect at this present moment, I'm too lazy to write one more paragraph than I have to before I smoke a bowl and crash in my bed.
There were a few reasons why I decided to leave when I did. One of them was I overheard my uncle talking to Malik. I had to be out of the house before the grandfather came over in the morning. Long story short if that were to happen, my buzz would've been killed along with my potential welcome back into that house. The scariest moment of the night ironically came as I started to come off the shrooms and regain enough consciousness to make it home by myself. Making my way towards the Forest Hills L.I.R.R. I started to call my brother who wasn't picking up. As I passed a security patrol jeep and NYPD squad car my phone started to vibrate. It was perfect timing because I didn't want to do anything out of the ordinary to bring attention to myself. Talking with my brother I prayed that they wouldn't get suspicious, pull over, and stop me (the weed in my pocket didn't help matters)
Tonight the story ends with being able to dodge suspicion of walking while black in Forest Hills, Queens. Tomorrow I'll share some details I left out on how I hopped the turnstile at Grand Ave. after a trip to White Castle, and other funny moments I left out while trippin' (e.g. how something as simple as letting a fart rip can have an effect on shrooms)
Lying on the bed in the guestroom I was making promises to myself if I ever get off this high. Some were recreational promises like taking a trip to Georgia to pick shrooms from cow dung, and others were incentives to keep moving forward so I can afford the luxury to experience Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...
Hopefully come New Years Eve 2010 I'll have enough sense to celebrate it conservatively (not necessarily in church but to be able to have a sense of my surroundings will be a start)
It felt like forever for everything to come. Even after I walked up to Baisley there were several busses that passed with indicators they were not in service. I got to the subway just as an E train was pulling off but the J train to Brooklyn sat in the station for over ten minutes before it took off. Even the indicator for what time the next Manhattan bound L train to Manhattan was off. The wait at Broadway Junction wasn't as bad, it seemed like it took longer to get to my stop. After getting off at Montrose St. stop I followed some kids who were heading towards Meserole St. where the party was. I called my nephew and told him to wave his hands so I can see where they were in line. Malik waved his hand in the air as I closed my cell phone. With them were a few friends that I've seen once or twice at family gathering in my aunt's apartment.
The free party that was advertised on myopenbar.com turned out to be $10. Luckily I didn't pay shit. Through the entrance doors was a staircase which led to the party. The staircase was pretty packed so I can see how the person marking the hands could make the mistake of thinking I paid already when I was just standing behind the person in front of me. It was better than I expected in the sense that even though they weren't serving drinks, the theme seemed to be bring your own poison. Most of the people seemed younger than me so there was no hardcore shit being done. Whoever didn't have a bottle of booze in their hand was smoking either something they got out of a pack, or something they rolled up themselves. Most of my time there was spent rolling up cigarettes with sprinkles of weed. Some wanted a drag but I didn't want to dissapoint them. What little lift that I got ended after the first two spliffs. I hooked Malik's friend Kyle up with two customers. There was money to be made and I could've got rich quick as a dealer. My bullshit spliff felt more like a magnet for people with money looking to get a fix.
The party ended early but I don't think it was due to the fact I pissed out the window twice. After taking my first piss out the window, I peeked out to see if the coast was clear to take another leak. The cop car outside opted me to wait till later. Leaving out the exit I overheard someone saying the owner of the loft decided things were getting too out of hand. At the bodega near the train station I passed up on the opportunity of buying Bob Marley rolling papers for $1.75. Thought about getting a 24 oz. can till a store clerk said they were $1.50 so I just bought some Bambu rolling papers for a dollar. That same store clerk kicked somebody out of the store before I walked in there. From my angle it looked like someone shoved him out the door till I saw the guy lowering his boot yelling "Get the fuck out of my store!". The subway ride back on the L train was so crazy that I regret not buying a beer. Probably wouldn't have been a good idea because the Montrose street station was full of people from the party and a few decided to hop the turnstiles. The idea looked good till I saw a few people on the bench getting summons followed by two more getting arrested. One of them was starting to lose it asking why he was in handcuffs. The cop just told him to shut his mouth. The first car we got in on the L train was the best. People where downing their drinks, lighting up cigarettes, and the ocassional beating on the ceiling was followed by mosh pits. When we got off at Lorimer street we headed to the G platform. Moments after coming down the stairs I turned my head and saw someone walking down in the train tracks (and he didn't have on an orange vest) He was going to go down there again but his friends pulled him back.
The blunt I smoked before going to bed didn't feel much better than the one I woke up to. People started talking about buying mushrooms and in the end I agreed to go down on half an eighth. In the beginning I regret spending $20 on something that looked liked it came from a corner in an attic. Would've prefered to blow twenty on shitty weed than the shit I put in my mouth. From the little bit splitted with the other dude it seemed like I would've had to buy more of the shit for it to have any effect. For the first hour people shot bull about whatever placebo high they were feeling. Whether they were or not nothing hit me between the house and the 71st Continental Ave. station. Things definitely took hold before the group woke me to get off at Lexington Av.
Anyone whose ever done mushrooms before can tell you their first experience. Mine started by making an ass out of myself inside the subway car on the E train. At this moment I'm still coming off a little of it but I can definitely recollect the highlights of the trip. The first was passing the library on 42nd and 5th. It reminded me from The Wiz that I just saw in its entirety a few days ago. We ventured behind it in Bryant Park and between the bright lights from the pond lighting and holiday shops and the infrastructive of the park itself, I thought I was on another planet. The biggest highlight was definitely Times Square. Someone cracked a joke about how we were staring at smoke above Grand Central like we're tourist. I've personally make it a point to avoid Times Square whenever I'm in the city because I've always questioned why the fuck I was here one I got there. Mushrooms can definitely alter one's look even if its a place you've been before numerous times every year. What made it even more magical was the fact the ball just dropped a couple of hours ago.
There were several other times I made an ass of myself outside the subway. Its debatable whether taking the shrooms was a good decision or not, but the best decision that got us most of us back safely was my nephew being the sober one that looked out for our dumbasses. If he would've had the money to even split an eighth, I'm sure the night would've took a turn for the worse. We started walking down 7th avenue or broadway when he said we were walking in the wrong direction. It sucked that we were walking away from where most of the lights were at, but navigating through the Times Square subway station proved to be interesting as well. Once we got back to 71st Contintental my nephew was hungry so we went to Subway. As I walked in the door following Justin towards the front, the smell that anyone can sense walking into Subway hit me like a brick. Thinking outloud I said "It stinks...smells like someone is dropping a deuce!". I've must of shouted that. Even if my nephew didn't reaffirm it I could tell by the way a group of people were staring at me through the window.
When we got to the bagel shop my cousin was asking me if I had any money. To accommodate him I pulled a twenty out my wallet and said "If this was a titty bar I'd be robbed blind". My cousin said "Watch your mouth yo!". It was only then I noticed two women sitting on the side. One of Malik's sober friends that we ran into outside the station was fucking with me by waving a fritos chip in my face. The idea seemed good but it wasn't until after I bit into in that I remember how disgusting Fritos were (the taste felt weirder than the shrooms that fucked me up). I went rushing to the door to spit that shit out but found a garbage can next to the door which I had trouble opening.
More can be said about my trip but I'd rather wait till tomorrow to talk when my nephew and cousin can remind me of all the dumb shit that they saw me do from their perspective. Overall I just remember a few odd glances on the train before pulling my hat over my eyes, the inablily to stand in one spot without throwing myself off balance, asking people to make sure I don't get hit by a car, and Malik's constant reality checks.
One of the last reality checks he gave was the fact that his father had come home from wherever he was for a couple of days. The only glimpse of hope that we was that his brother was home too. Eventually Malik called him in to see how hard I was trippin' balls. At the time I was in his room spead across the bed savoring the flavor of a Reese's Chocolate Peanut Butter cookie when my cousin Sherali asked "Are you OK?!". Malik said "Take his ass to the guest room he's too fucked up". That's when I volunteered to see myself next door as Sherali paved the way with his hands.
It was hard for me to contain myself with my relatives on the same bed playing video games. My laughing and giggling must've been enough for Malik to kick me out of his room. Going to the next room seemed like the best idea but it was hard for me to move at the time. I thought about going home after taking the schrooms but I scammed the station booth clerk into letting me in for free. They were initiallly talked about going to some bar serving $1 drinks (some sort of facebook gathering). I'm sure we would've been kicked out of any bar ifI would've pulled the same shit that went down at Subway and the bagel shop.
Aside from the fireworks, the sensation I felt can summed up best by the 1st verse of Neil Young's After the Goldrush
Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming saying something about the queen
There was music playing and peasant singing as the archer split the trees
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun that was floating on the breeze
Look at mother nature on the run in the 1970's
I was reciting the lyrics to several songs after having flashes of where I've come to at this point in my life and how things were falling into place as the universe seems fit. Through experiences both good and bad I learned I'm exactly where I want to be in life. An epiphany that seemed to bring closure to events in my life that I wanted desperately to forget. This is another part of my trip that even though it would be best to recollect at this present moment, I'm too lazy to write one more paragraph than I have to before I smoke a bowl and crash in my bed.
There were a few reasons why I decided to leave when I did. One of them was I overheard my uncle talking to Malik. I had to be out of the house before the grandfather came over in the morning. Long story short if that were to happen, my buzz would've been killed along with my potential welcome back into that house. The scariest moment of the night ironically came as I started to come off the shrooms and regain enough consciousness to make it home by myself. Making my way towards the Forest Hills L.I.R.R. I started to call my brother who wasn't picking up. As I passed a security patrol jeep and NYPD squad car my phone started to vibrate. It was perfect timing because I didn't want to do anything out of the ordinary to bring attention to myself. Talking with my brother I prayed that they wouldn't get suspicious, pull over, and stop me (the weed in my pocket didn't help matters)
Tonight the story ends with being able to dodge suspicion of walking while black in Forest Hills, Queens. Tomorrow I'll share some details I left out on how I hopped the turnstile at Grand Ave. after a trip to White Castle, and other funny moments I left out while trippin' (e.g. how something as simple as letting a fart rip can have an effect on shrooms)
Lying on the bed in the guestroom I was making promises to myself if I ever get off this high. Some were recreational promises like taking a trip to Georgia to pick shrooms from cow dung, and others were incentives to keep moving forward so I can afford the luxury to experience Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...
Hopefully come New Years Eve 2010 I'll have enough sense to celebrate it conservatively (not necessarily in church but to be able to have a sense of my surroundings will be a start)
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- Chris Wilson
- I started going to Fitness Competitions in 2006 and slowly became a hobby for me to take pictures of female bodybuilders and fitness models on and offstage