“My College Years Flashback”

Believe it or not, I’ve never done the E. Though, if you give me a hit of orange sunshine and a couple of glow sticks… i’ll probably lie to you about what kind of “visuals” I’m getting. No, I wouldn’t, but that fucking guy who sold us that strictnine laced shit would. (rat poison whatever) Fuck you Mike, your shit sucked. spring semester 96? walking around and around outside the white zombie concert with that gay dude, eric, tripping fucking balls. could not sleep all god damn night long.

ended up in the fucking projects for that weekend, smoking grass through a goddamn oxygen mask, halfway across the goddamn state. I went home with the dude who tripped out with us in the dorm. Don’t ask me why. Scared to be alone I guess? It was strange, we slept in the same bed, he had on queer underwear, and nothing happened. I was glad. Cuz I was like, dude, I know I’m not queer. 19… I wouldn’t live through that bullshit again for anything. I really don’t know anybody who’s 19 who knows what the fuck is wrong with them. That’s why I just contribute to the deliquency of minors. It’s like no… kids, just shut the hell up and drink this shit. Really, it’s enough.

just kidding.

Though really, you don’t know anybody until you see them in their underwear. He had the banana hammock drawers on… this, the same guy who gave my gay friend Eric shit about how being queer was a choice. I was thinking… it must not be a choice then. Cuz he had on the queer drawers and was fighting his queerness. I was like, this is denial, it was not an erotic thing. It was this thing where you’re like… man, how is it that I didn’t know you were queer? Or, do you even really know? I bet anything he is living in haite - ashbury now, where the last of the wanna be hippies are, sucking cocks. I bet he is….