adam went downstairs and i followed after listening to a song by earth, wind, and fire. jake and aaron were playing super smash brothers for N64, so i joined in. jake wasn't tripping, just stoned. adam disappeared for awhile, and aaron and i tripped out hardcore in our attempts to make our polygon characters battle.
us four trippers decided to go outside and make our way to prospect park. we all began to feel more at ease on the walk. there was a thick fog outside, and all of the different lights of the city were just exploding with colors. the traffic light poles were immense! i had never noticed how much they scream at you to pay attention to them. i also free-fell into a pile of snow, but it was ungiving.
in the crackhead neighborhood, i found a sign for some church gathering. the header said, "Turning Towards the Light" and had some days. on January 6th, the event was, "Celebrate New Elevator". none of us could figure out what in the fuck that meant, and this made us laugh very hard. adam said he felt that he had read that before, and it seems likely that they re-use the same data file for the church function every year, as it had no mention of what year it was anywhere on it. but more than that, he felt a deja vu about the whole walk to the prospect park tower, of which i did not feel. i guess, for me, it was more like, everything is right, everything is a-okay, even though i've no fucking idea as to what is going on! oh, and another interesting thing on the piece of paper (which was laminated very nicely) was the next days event, after the celebration of the new elevator. the next event was, "Singing Charles Westley Hymns". now, none of us could quite figure out if charles westley was the name of a human, so that group of words seemed especially funny. and we laaaughed.
the hill climb at prospect park was incredibly steep and icy. adam, with nice grip on his shoes, made it up with ease. the rest of us fell all over the place, slipping, falling, and laughing very much. at the summit railing, we noticed that the trees really appeared to be breathing. the side of the tower had some spray paint art on it. it showed a city skyline, with the prospect tower in the middle and flying saucers all over the sky; one of them being the witches hat on the top of the tower. the words, "The Invasion is Near" were also painted.
on the other side of the tower there was more spray paint and we all gazed at it and pondered what it was. adam and i thought the paint was fresh and was coming off on our hands when we touched it, but it wasn't, as confirmed by zack, who had taken an older 2cb, and who wasn't feeling anything really. there was a long hill path down to university avenue, and we looked at it for a bit, deducing that we should come back here with sleds. then adam just went down on his butt, which worked surprisingly well. so i followed suit. it was FUN and i hurt my butt. we were finding our authentic selves and boy was it awesome. after we all had slid down we walked kind of close to the road and when adam saw a car coming he ran and dove into the bushes. i closely followed. in the bushes, i found a stick, which i grabbed. i squatted down, and waved my stick at adam and the others, poking, saying, "get away, i'm pooping" and this made everyone laugh immensely. this is where we came from, after all. territoriality as marked by feces. we went down the hill a few more times then walked out to university avenue. it was only 1:30am, but the street was completely empty, and fogged over. we all stood in the middle of it. zack sat down in an intersection. there were no cars coming down this normally very busy road even on late nights. 'twas eerie.
suddenly, i thought i heard a car. i ran into a building entry corner, and adam into another entry. aaron walked out of the intersection, and zack stayed in the road. it turns out we were just hearing noises, either made up, or from farther away, traveling well in the dense fog. on the walk home we saw brick under the blacktop, a glimpse of what the road used to look like. how many times have we built upon previous cities, and how much more building up will we do? there were many parked cars. we thought about cars, how useless they are without people. they are simply waiting to be used. they sit endlessly, forever if need be, and wait for an operator. that must be a lonely existence.
zack and i found a suede couch in a dumpster and it appeared to be in fine condition. but we decided there'd be nowhere for us to put it, so we left.
when we arrived back at the house i no longer felt like i was tripping, although the affects of 2-CB are said to last 6-8 hours. but i still enjoyed the rest of the night. we played goldeneye on the 64 (which really brought me back, oh boy). adam started laughing so hard that it became almost obnoxious, and we laughed more because so. adam and i periodically played harmonicas. we packed a bowl and smoked and played micromachines on the 64. we didn't want aaron to play, though, because he always wins. and i eventually fell asleep on the futon around 5:30 in the morning. all in all it was a wonderful new drug experience.
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