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.You couldn’t see a tree or a leaf, just green.prisms of green.green that was yellow.green that was blue or purple, or red.and all kinds of strange creatures were floating around in the green.A large frog and an egret were practicing karate chops on each other and then started hugging and kissing and going down on each other in the green.A large, bearded cockroach dressed like an elegant European movie-star strolled by and advised everyone to take the 21 day, thermal cure at Vichy.A tiny yellow female creature in a bathing suit bounced by, chanting Om and masturbating with a credit card in the green.a flat flounder floated by with an enormous tray of far-out, gourmet food.and a duck and a cow read Japanese fairy-tales.in the green, the green, the prisms of green.It must’ve taken several hours for us to come down.though it could’ve taken several years, the way our time-sense was blown.Our heads felt pretty spaced, and our eyes were hugely dilated.Everything still looked kind of greenish and our tongues and skin had that kind of fuzzy feeling like after too much rot-gut, dago-red wine.but you kind of expect that after a really mind-bending trip.We wandered back to the hut to explain to Brother Jo and the guide-daughter that we had done a little walk thing, and had gotten lost.“You mind de snakes and de do-do-mon,” scolded the daughter, and we let her shepherd us back to our hut and a big dinner of Miz Rose’s iguana-tail soup (which tastes like chicken).We were pretty wasted and let Moonbeam curl up with some of Miz Rose’s grandchildren, at her place, while we zonked out in our little hut.The next day was boat-day, and we lay around, feeling kind of strung-out, till after lunch when everyone went down to the little wooden pier to wait for the monthly boat from “de Big Town.”Our packages, this month, had mostly chocolate bars, aspirin tabs and cigarettes, which everyone really dug.And the mail.some of my old man’s underground papers, a letter from my mother, and a formal looking letter from the welfare folks.We ripped that one open right away, and it ripped us off right away, because it was a notice informing us that our social worker, Phil, had been busted (he must’ve gotten paranoid and the pigs could feel his vibes) and that our new social worker had “too heavy a case-load to be able to do the intricate paper work involved in out-of-county payments.” And, if we didn’t get our asses back to the City and County of San Francisco by next month, we’d be outa luck, welfare-wise.Shit.or as they say in the comics.#$%=&’( III mean like, living here was cheap, but not free, for Christ sake, we still needed a few bucks for the rent, the boatman, and all that barter shit.and, like, to go back would be a total, mind-blowing downer.the clinics, and thepollution.the hostility of the pigs and the landlords and the freaks and the uptight straight world.And wow, to have to wait an hour on a cold night for a bus, and make three transfers, to get somewhere that would take ten minutes by car.and to have Moonbeam getting her head fucked with the Pledge of Allegiance, and marching to recess in lines, and having to raise her hand if she wanted to talk, or pee.wow, we couldn’t go back to all that “urban-poor” crap, we just couldn’t!We went down into a really deep bummer that lasted all the rest of that day and night.Our auras were really dimmed-out, and our minds were low, man, really low.The next morning we decided that the best thing to do would be to get super-stoned, and maybe that would put our heads in a better place, so we could figure out what to do.We decided to make it into the bush and score some more of those “poison” mushrooms that Brother Jo had turned us onto.We told everyone we felt like a little stroll.“Mind de sun,” warned Miz Rose, when we laid Moonbeam on her.We got into the bush and did a little search trip, and found a little patch of the mushrooms under a huge, flowering bush.“Like we want to get reallyloaded, this time, right?” asked my old man, and he reached down and grabbed a couple of great big mushrooms and popped them into his mouth.I did the same, and we crawled under the bush, digging the sticky heat and the jungly noises and smells.We had that waiting feeling, like before something starts to work, but like, there’s no doubt when this stuff hits you.phew.And like there we were, again in the magic land of green, with all those funny little comic-strip characters balling and doing their things.but this time we didn’t just stay there.This time our heads got into a new place.a very clear place.the greens were still there, but like we could see all the jungle sights and smell all the jungle smells and hear all noises, like we were some kind of animal or something.And I looked at my old man and, well shit, you really get some weird hallucinations on this stuff, because he looked all furry, like, and his hands and feet looked kind of like a duck’s! I told him that, and he opened his eyes.they looked enormous and green, like pearly jade.and he giggled and said, “Wow, you look like that, too.Metamorphosis.” But I wasn’t too sure it was funny, cause usually you can tell what’s a hallucination and what isn’t, but this time I couldn’t.It kind of freaked me, but I didn’t want to say anything that might put him on a bummer.After a few hours, we got up and walked around.The air felt surprisingly nice and cool, and we were really tripping out on all the sounds and sights and smells which we never imaginedexisted before.We ate some fruit, but mostly we felt really hungry for some more of those mushrooms, so we ate some, but they didn’t get us any higher, just kept us in the same place.well into the night, when we found that we were really into seeing in the dark.Animals and snakes came near us and didn’t seem to be on any hostility or fear trips.We petted them and fed them some fruit and really grooved with their vibes.Finally we curled up under a bush and went to sleep, figuring we’d surely be down by tomorrow, and looking our usual selves.But the next morning we were as high as ever and I was getting kind of scared.like how were we going tostay this way? With everything so high and clear and hallucinating that we were one of Brother Jo’s fairy tales?We figured that we’d better fall by his hut so he could give us something to make us come down, so we found our way to the edge of the village and tiptoed quietly inside.Some of Miz Rose’s daughters were there, getting ointment rubbed on their backs, but when they saw us in the doorway they started to jabber and bellow and throw things at us like we were King Kong or something!“De do-do-mon! Brother Jo, de do-do-mon come here! Hurry now, give us someting for de do-do-mon!” Brother Jo didn’t understand them at first, but finally he did, and got just as freaked out and started fumbling for some of that bark he gave everyone before the crab hunt.When they swallowed it, we began to smell the most horribly nauseating, corpse-sweet smell, that made us retch and feel dizzy and sick as all hell.We ran out of there, and they ran after us, throwing anything they could get their hands on.and their aim was too fucking good!We ran back into the cool and friendly bush and crawled under some high grasses to.vomit and rub our bruises, until we felt more or less okay again, though kind of shaken up.And like we still didn’t come down.We figured we’d better quit eating the mushrooms, even though we were craving them.and we waited a while but
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