We passed over Magdalen Bridge when the drugs kicked in and the town looked wild. Everyone had the head of a wolf. I looked for a place to park. I saw a gap, we went into a bar. The intensity grew out of all proportion, but the place was full of wolves. I was coming up. Someone spoke. It was the barman. But I couldn’t move my lips. My friend spoke for me “he will have a water.”
“Fuck that. Triple tequila and keep them coming” I had at last found my voice.
“My friend you are tripping” said he.
“So let’s see where this ends.” I could not get off the bar stool, or the floor would hit my face. Mescaline and LSD does that to you. I slumped on the bar but didn’t want to sleep. The fucked up dreams that would come. Not now. Not now. “Give me the coke, I need to wake up” he passed it over, now I had to get through the wolves to reach the bathroom. The world slowed down, speech incomprehensible. No one seemed to move. Found a cubicle, took a heavy pinch just to clear my head. Made sure my nose was clean as I did not want to attract attention. Maybe that was too late.
Turns out there were no wolves. They were the product of fevered and over stimulated imagination. Boy, was it over stimulated. I would have fucked anything that night, but there was this girl at the end of the bar, a pretty red head. As I went over the bar room chatter assaulted my ears, it was loud and banal. People looked once then immediately looked away.
“Can I get you a drink?” She looked at me. Incredulity crease her brow.
“You’re fucked.”
“What could you possibly mean” I said with a confused flourish of hands. As if you know its your body, but you have no control.
“It’s your eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“You have no iris.” “It’s congenital, I come from a long line of owls. Only happens at night.” She wanted to laugh but checked herself.
“So you’re not a junkie?”
“More of a scientist, testing my limits.” I motioned the bar tender.
“Two tequila please.”
“But I don’t…..”
“Yes you do.”
“Sir, you’ve had enough.”
“I ain’t started yet.” I slammed down a fifty and the Queen winked at me. “At least twenty of that is for you. Now get the fucking drinks.”
The room span and swam before me and I felt the sweat on my back. All eyes looking at me. That was just the paranoia that chases like an unrelenting dog after a car. It barks like a fucker. “Will you come home with me?” I asked.
“What? Are you for real?”
“I need to come down gently, not fall through the clouds. Just hold my hand. There is no easy way to come down. I think you can help and right now I am really scared.
“So you’re not lying?”
“No, another congenital problem
So I show them
Just what the truth is
Relax, I never go back on a promise
Honesty is what I give
But the knives are out.
Don’t waste my time
Don’t whine, pretty lady, come with me
And see
You keep the monsters away
That are circling me.
Maybe I need a strait jacket.
I can deal with that.
They tried to commit me.
“You’re shitting me”
Not at all, what a racket.
I ain’t mad, now there’s a cliché.
There’s a million
Who look like me,
Dress like me
But can’t talk like me.
Eloquence is my agenda
But I surrender
A problem child.
“Are you some kind of rapper?”
No idea, but I feel fucking wild.
