TM - Strange Day
Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before?
Only once, and it is not an experience I would very much like to repeat again.
It began as a normal day, just like any other day in Point Pleasant. Eric and I were sitting in the basement. He was watching "Gilligan's Island"-- and as someone who has wanted to get the hell off of an island, I would have kicked Gilligan's ass a hundred times already-- while I was busy counting out jujubes.
The door flew open and Kelso came running in. He is like that often, excitable and energetic, like a dumb puppy. This time, though, the dumb puppy was carrying a small case of beer.
We were just starting to divide it up when Hyde arrived, a foil pouch in his hand. Hyde swore he had found a special new connection, now that Leo had gotten back from his own trip.
In the Circle, we could all tell it was different. The taste, the smell, even the smoke was not the same. But it was all very, very good, as if someone had added just a little bit of surprise to the stuff.
After a while, I started noticing odd things: Eric's head floating across the basement, Kelso rolling around on the floor, giggling, and Hyde stuffing his face with potato chips. I know that I stood up. I remember very little after that.
When I woke up, I was standing on the water tower, looking up at that giant green leaf. Somehow, I had gotten up there.
Somehow, I had also misplaced my clothing along the way.
Once I got back home, I heard over the radio reports of a mysterious streaker running through Point Place the night before. I could only thank goodness that I did not run into him.
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Only once, and it is not an experience I would very much like to repeat again.
It began as a normal day, just like any other day in Point Pleasant. Eric and I were sitting in the basement. He was watching "Gilligan's Island"-- and as someone who has wanted to get the hell off of an island, I would have kicked Gilligan's ass a hundred times already-- while I was busy counting out jujubes.
The door flew open and Kelso came running in. He is like that often, excitable and energetic, like a dumb puppy. This time, though, the dumb puppy was carrying a small case of beer.
We were just starting to divide it up when Hyde arrived, a foil pouch in his hand. Hyde swore he had found a special new connection, now that Leo had gotten back from his own trip.
In the Circle, we could all tell it was different. The taste, the smell, even the smoke was not the same. But it was all very, very good, as if someone had added just a little bit of surprise to the stuff.
After a while, I started noticing odd things: Eric's head floating across the basement, Kelso rolling around on the floor, giggling, and Hyde stuffing his face with potato chips. I know that I stood up. I remember very little after that.
When I woke up, I was standing on the water tower, looking up at that giant green leaf. Somehow, I had gotten up there.
Somehow, I had also misplaced my clothing along the way.
Once I got back home, I heard over the radio reports of a mysterious streaker running through Point Place the night before. I could only thank goodness that I did not run into him.
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