08-13-2006, 10:38 PM
So I carpooled to RRR with a dub lounger, and she told me this story of how we were walking together Saturday morning at RotR and she found this groundscore - a burrito-sized baggy of shrooms and she held them up and I instantly took them from her and stowed it in my jacket and kept on walking, and then later handed them over to another volunteer. I had no memory of this whatsoever. None. A blackout? I haven't blacked out like that in years, but given the chaos of RotR, I was willing to beleive it might have happened. Since a lot of Dub Lounge people were at RRR, this story was retold many times that day and I just shook my head with each retelling, amused and somewhat frightened by such a black out. If you've ever held a large bag of drugs, there's an amazing sensation of power, one that isn't easily forgotten. It's like holding a fully-automatic weapon or a live hand grenade - the feeling of sheer power, sheer illegal power. How could I forget that?
Later, she realized that the story wasn't about me at all. It was someone else. I was flattered that she mistook me for him, relieved that I didn't black out, and amused at the irony of it all. But that I was so willing to accept that I might have blacked out such an event is some testament about the magnitude of the weekend.
Later, she realized that the story wasn't about me at all. It was someone else. I was flattered that she mistook me for him, relieved that I didn't black out, and amused at the irony of it all. But that I was so willing to accept that I might have blacked out such an event is some testament about the magnitude of the weekend.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse