LSD Adventures of Note

At a friend's house, most of the time was spent looking at record covers, tapestries, and an ad for a weight loss company that I felt certain was using a propped-up cutout (as seen on boardwalks) for the after photo. His parents then came home and forced us to rake leaves and bag mulch.
In the middle of Ohio, at a large outdoor rave, on what used to be a BMX track, I spend most of the time playing chess and sliding down a large dirt hill on a metal sheet. At night I wind up collecting firewood for a group of crystal meth users coming down. In the morning, with no payphone around, I hitchhike into town with a Jamaican guy driving an ice cream truck blasting techno. He offers me a Super Mario Brothers Frozen Treat which tastes like plastic, but it's also the only food I've had in 24 hours. I spend the rest of the day showering at the truck stop diner, which is the only building in town, until my dad picks me up.
At a farm house in West Virgina owned by the guy who wrote The Secret Life of Plants, I get lost during a hide-and-go-seek game in the forest behind the house and wander through the woods for a few hours. In a clearing, I stand in awe of what seemed to be an alien spaceship landing overhead, but actually turns out to be a helicopter. I still piss myself all the same.

—July 10th, 2004