mr_zero

Story time
There we all were, bored on a Saturday afternoon. We had gone out drinking at the only decent dance club in Tucson. Richard, Eric and I. We practicly built the place with the money we spent there. The had stayed the night at my apartment to make sure I didn't die in my own vomit.

I had drank very heavily the night before. Michelle had just left. I knew the likelyhood of her coming back. (I was right AGAIN!) We were drinking what we called a blackblade. It was named after my Medival recreation persona. Jack Daniels, Ameretto and coke. But those weren't strong enough. Oh no. I just HAD to add Bacardi 151 to the mix. After 10 of those I had to be carried up the stairs to the apartment. One of the convienent things about waking up in the bath tub - You can just turn on the shower and get out later feeling different.

After I went and got us all breakfast (They were still sleeping) we were talking about what to do with our evening. Richard blurts out "I have a line on some good acid."

5 hours and 3 hits of acid later we are still in my apartment after having a Lynchathon. Wild at Heart, Blue Velvet and The Lost Highway. Being the frybrains we were we got bored. The decision was made to go to this goth club that just opened up. I was never into the goth scene. I was never into any scene really I haver always been the drifter type. It didn't take them long to get me on the phone calling a cab.

We get inside the club and yeah did the fun begin. I go up to the bar and get a screwdriver. I didn't want it to be too obvious I was freakin out of my gourd. That would be a total buzzkill. Rich and Eric leave me to my own devices and go talk to some skinhead guys they know.

There I stood enjoying the light show and all the flourecent drawings on the walls, reflecting in the mirros that were everywhere. Enjoying that high just before the peak that only comes from acid. Rich catches my eye and taps his watch. I pull ou tmy pocket watch and look - yup any minute now. I raise my glass at Rich and notice he is pointing to my right.

You see Rich was into the whole skinhead scene and had been to this club before. He insisted that all the goth girls would be totally into me. "Tall, skinny, black hair, darkbrown eyes, and you are always in black jeans and shirts with boots man. Did I mention they are freaks? We know what a freak you are." Friends

There to my right stands one of the most amazing creatures I have ever seen, back to the bar just like I am, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I think to myself, "Oh that is just great. Here is this beautiful woman right next to you checking you out and here you are, frying on acid in a strange enviorment. Moron, you know a conversation is going to start." Then it happened.

Like someone flipped a switch the peak hits me like an aluminum baseball bat. Of course she picks this exact moent to fix me with her wonderfully green eyes and say hello. I did my best to put on a front of charm. As always, my shyness got the best of me I think, not to mention the high dose of LSD. She didn't seem to car though. I bought her drinks and stood there all night talking to her. She was one of these animated people who likes to move her arms about when she talks. I was also enthralled by the fangs she was wearing.

They were made of denture material and looked like real teeth. (I know for sure because I saw them at another time when i wasnt frying) I was afraid to ask about them because I thought it was a hallocination. Then she decided she wanted to dance so we did. I only remember the second song because this is the night it became my favorite of all time. Ratfinks, Suicide Tanks and Cannibal Girls by White Zombie. The technicolor walls were aglow and everything seemed to blur. It was like the part of Beavis and Butthead do America where Beavis eats the mushrooms. Right down to the devil girls dancing on the pedestals. It was the longest 3:52 of my life. We stopped after that song. I noticed the people in the corner making out.

Back at the bar with my back to the bartender, she stood inbetween me and the people making out. I was listening to her tell me about her school shit, I was paying attention to what she was saying but, I couldn't take my eyes off the people on the couches. Her words made a surreal backdrop to the sex going on in the corner. There were 3 of them 2 girls and one guy having a threesome. All with the audio of KMFDM rattling my brain and her pleasant voice discussing the theory of relativity.

Time lapsed for me after that. I remember Rich coming and telling me it was time to leave. I got her phone number and we left.

In an amazing incident of serendipity she is now married to Eric. I never dated her. Hell I never called her. He met her at a coffee shop about 2 years later.