It’s interesting the memories you find when you dive into a deep medicated introspective trip. One thing I always forget is how fucking feral I was as a kid, city sophisticated, intelligent, but absolutely crazy as fuck. I was like 18 or 19 when my friends and I decided to fuck with the gods. Again.
Its about midnight, I'm naked, I have spear in my hand I made out of a tree branch. One of my friends Aaron is about 100 yards away deeper in the woods, he's firing a pistol into the sky, says he's shooting stars. I ask how many he is going to shoot down. He said “all of them”.
Robert is no where to be found, last I saw him by the campfire he said he had to find his demons and ran off into the dark woods screaming. I remember hoping that he’s okay, then screaming and running off in the opposite direction to find a stick.
An hour later and someone had shit in the woods, I found out because I had feces on my leg. I wasn't super happy about it and the 5 grams of mushrooms I had eaten were peaking right then. Robert was howling somewhere down by the stream, Aaron was up by the camp fire talking about bonfires. I didn't think that was a good idea but those assholes ate 5 grams each, and then dropped a hit of acid.
I guess they only had two hits of acid so I ate another 3 grams of mushrooms.
Our girlfriends had been smart enough to leave when the sun when down, it was 50 miles back to town, down the pass into Salem Oregon. They saw our eyes when we were making camp, they knew us. They would drive back the next day with blankets and bandages. Yeah, they knew us.
We needed to get back to our ancestral roots, we needed to be fucking savages, talk shit to our gods, wrestle our demons, remember our past lives. Primal. Surreal. Insane. The girls took all of the guns but one with them. I seriously wish they would have taken the pistol from Aaron, that fucker had it hidden.
And we needed all the stars we could get, it was dark and the moon wasn’t out yet.
Savage indeed. I had been naked in the woods for hours carrying a fucking stick like a spear, I hadn't pissed off any gods and my friends shouldn't have eaten that acid. Whatever dimension they ended up in, didn’t speak English. They were talking to each other in some strange alien language I couldn’t understand.
I asked the trees about it, they told me to ignore them, that they were talking to the unseen.
One of the last things I remember was falling down a shale covered hill leading down to the water, cut and bruised yelling at Robert and Aaron to come that way it was safe, and watching them tumble down the rock incline as I had in the moonlight.
I hope the girls bring a lot of bandages in the morning.
DC
Read this on Substack where it first appeared — if you’re into that sort of thing.
