TIME FOLLOWS ME

CHAPTER NINETEEN NIGHT OF GOOD AND EVIL

CHAPTER NINETEEN

NIGHT OF GOOD AND EVIL

The clear windowpane acid I received in my hand, and put into my mouth.  Two or three others were doing it.  They had all done acid before.  After a while still in the room I said, “I don’t feel anything happening.”

“It’s working for me,” one said. “You’ll start to see things moving and changing shapes.”

I began looking at my hand and some objects in the room.  I noticed them now turning into molecules that were constantly shifting.  Nothing was static.  Everything was pulsing with life force.  I moved my hand across my face and could see trails of my translucent hand, moving in slow motion.  I felt weird and heightened at the same time.  A couple of the others decided to go out into the night.  I don’t know why, but I decided to stay in the flat.

We were looking out the window onto the courtyard street; the car lights were mesmerizing, as well as the streetlamps.  I heard a scuffle that sounded like an argument.

I saw two drunken men stagger out from behind a building on the left.  Their voices were raised and I had a sense of extreme urgency.  The one behind came up to the other and started punching and kicking him.  The guy couldn’t get away and fell to the ground.  I was watching this removed, viewed from the third floor window above.

Then, the man found a two-by-four and began yelling, beating the man on the head and back.  I was extremely distressed for him but I couldn’t do anything.  I thought about calling the police and wished they would come.  I could see the other side, the right side of the building and a totally different scene was unfolding.  I saw two or three people on the sidewalk talking and laughing.  They couldn’t see the other side of the building, so didn’t know what was going on.

I concentrated and said to my friend, “Why don’t they just go over and stop the man from beating the other man? Can’t they see or feel what is going on?”  But they didn’t go the fifty feet around the corner of the building and so didn’t see the fight.  I felt like I was in both places at once, feeling everything that all the characters were feeling.  I felt scared and sickened by the violence, something I had never seen up close before, through the added focus of blue windowpane acid; drugs.  I was beside myself with anxiety.

Finally, the scene shifted and the man who laid the beating stumbled off down the street.  I heard the night sirens and saw some flashing lights.  I must have gone out.  In the morning I still felt buzzed after about twelve hours.  It was part nightmare and part wonder.  That was my first acid trip.  Welcome to the world of L.S.D.