"April Fools" Takes on a New Meaning.
I was talking about the troll
I was talking about something on the internet
, something intangible, something that is just a few zeroes and ones being cast into a sea of zeroes and ones.
No, this is worse, this is actual people
, not handles on a website, not names we give ourselves, nothing like JayStile
, this is actuall people with veins
, and nerves
, and brains
(presumably they have brain
s, but I'm not so sure sometimes).
I guess I'll dig
into the story telling and quit my bitching
So I go out with my friend
, and munch some mushrooms
, not many, just about a quarter
between three people>
Me, my friend Lindsley and Sean, a guy who we both know and has always seemed cool
So we go to a local place that shows The Simpsons
on a big screen, and Sean just sits in the car.
We go in and leave him alone, it bothers us that he's all alone in the car
, just tripping
out by himself, but there is really nothing we can do about it.
So after The Simpsons, we go to the car and drive to Seans house, and he's really spun out
, he can't even talk, and I want to go home, Lindsley wants to go home, and Sean can't move or talk
(Note: We all are still tripping
, not hard
, but hard enough to make this very surreal).
So we go by Seans house, and drop him off, and before he gets out of the car he mumbles something, then gets out.
We all notice that his pants
are soaked as he walks away, and Cela (a friend of mine who we met earlier, who was sitting next to Sean in the back seat
) is wet.
If you can't put the peices together, you must not have much experience
So Sean piss
ed himself, and my back seat.
We all go into a craze
as I drive away.
I begin tripping
out about if my parents
find out and go berzerk
about some guy pissing in the car
, so we all just kind to stumble our way to the solution
of going to the store, getting some pet
stain and odor
remover and cleaning the back seat out.
(That may seem like an obvious solution
, but keep in mind that two out of the 3 people were tripping on mushrooms
So we clean the car out and I bring eveyone to their destinations.
I've realized that the car is evil
I don't like driving.
I don't like the nature of going places
, I like being somewhere, instead of being in transit
The car just signifies my not being satisfied
with something, and it has become a metaphor of unhappiness
to me because driving means going somewhere else.
I like being in my home
, a friends home, the coffee house, the movie theatre, I love being at work, I just hate the buffer zone
between these places that is my car.