My thoughts were slowly losing their cotton candy consistency from the couple of hits of acid that I had taken earlier in the night. It had been one of those nights defined by the statement, “Well I have nothing better to do for the next 72 hours.” So me and some friends walled ourselves off in a little fortress of insanity for a night of unreality.
But somewhere on this journey I had become misplaced, left carelessly discarded under a great dark tree that was filled with twinkling fireflies. A miniature universe that would have been a mere curiosity… but for myself with a brain full of acid it was an absorbing phenomenon to be gaped at in reverential awe. And beneath that magical other universe within a tree’s boughs, I was left. Lost in my own crazed dreams, misplaced by my fellow mad sojourners.
But then found by another. My journey was not to be that of my friends, I was to take a much stranger and interesting path this night. As I sat under my tree with its beautiful fireflies I noticed the presence of three female shaped shadows walking down the small road I sat beside. I tried my best to ignore them, the last thing I really wanted right now was the distracting questions and judgments of sane people injecting themselves into my mad tea party of one. But this wish was shattered when I heard the words, “Mike, is that you?”