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).

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.