Endowed by a night in 63 Ford Fairlane

Your eyes were 7-11's on acid

Everyone was a caricature or a cartoon.

After we got kicked out of Evan's place cuz his little brothers girlfriend was coming over we hit the edge of the suburbs. Empty fields on one side giant stucco wall across the road parked behind an empty big rig. We were high as fuck after eating all the purple blotter paper pieces. After eating one and waiting a half hour and not feeling it we decided to eat all the rest. Questionable decision. Twenty minutes later we couldn't feel our legs and the colors on the color tv had all become ridiculously intense and hyper real. Every emotion on the actors faces was revealed in stop motion hyper speed slowed down to antiquated time reveals. Boom bang bing boff!

The talk went on endlessly leaving a trail of echoes behind us. The talk was cyclical. We'd eventually come back to "What if the cops show up?" Then we realized it was just part of the cycle and forgot about it.

Derk and I spent the night on Evans parents water bed. It was like trying to sleep on a giant woman's breast.