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hopped into his car, named "Efficiency," and he started it up.
It is a white car with a bridal veil hanging off of the back. I felt excited,
liberated, ready to have an interesting and hopefully enlightening day.
We planned to drive to Big Sur and drop acid together. One hit of liquid
acid. When I saw him take the sticky notes and apply them to two water bottles
full of what looked like cranberry juice, I read what he had written. The
one on the passenger side said "Sarah's magic potion" and the
one on his side said "Brad's magic potion." Why was that such
an important distinction, I wondered. We began our journey with a screeching left turn onto a busy street. We listened to his tapes, then mine, a Christian Death mixed tape I had brought. With me I carried my backpack, which had a pad of lined paper, a drawing pad, some pens and pencils, necessary supplies, a water bottle, and nothing else. He had many things in his car that he used to entertain himself, including a mace, colored pens, a satchel full of odds and ends, tarot cards, blankets, peanuts, nutrigrain bars, bizarre armor made of leather, bone, and barbed wire, and many other very unusual items. He was fascinated by bones and blood and doing obscure things. I was very fond of that side of him, for it made me feel different, made me feel whole, made me feel accepted for who I was... or for the person he wanted me to be... |
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