a december to remember

 dancing w/ demons
  -or-
a crystal method

drank some absinthe and before i knew it i travelled 6 hours into the future. a fractured

semblance of reality had occurred, a fact i only realized in the abstract conclusions

that i had been moving along w/ actual time, and presumably, space. here's the

interesting aspect: i had already been getting wasted on regular booze and
weed when an

aquaintance offered to kick it up a notch, and me being me, agreed before the
question

was barely uttered. now, i had tried the green dragon once before, but that was
in

amsterdam, and knowing it's illegal here in the states, i foolishly believed this
was

going to be some cheap knock-off. well, heated spoons and sugar cubes soon
alleviated

that fear and my head was a block that had, well, been knocked-off.

there's a reason some people refer to me as the black-box-recorder and i think it

originated here. after ungodly amounts of mind-alterating drugs and liquids, i still

stood, some 7 hours later, closing out a game of beirut. not to exaggerate, but it made

even the toughest of rugby players to declare that i may have a preternatural disposition

for ingesting disparate chemicals. it felt like some sort of validation, a triumph, but

it was just a mirage; waking the next day, i had to confirm my ephemeral memory and it

turned out to be even more intense. like, hours of behavior that made my intoxication

somewhat folklore. it was literally a waking dream, an experience that only lasts for an

afternoon, and probably not meaning any more.

i think i saw three eagles flapping smoke signals into the sky; i shrugged at the

recollection and just chalked it up a pre-cortex warning that something was awry.