sixsixty

i was probably 16 or 17, and back then i did a bunch of acid and what not in highschool. good times. it got a bit tricky now and then because some of the teachers wore aloha shirts, and those can get complex under certain intoxications. anyway, i was probably 17 and my drug dealer hippy friend suggested we go pick mushrooms up near kualoa ranch. so we hop on the bus and go around the entire fucking island. we get there and he shows me what mushrooms to pick. it was a beautiful day and we spent it picking little pieces of joy out of cow shit. and there was a lot of cowshit and joy that day. hours pass and the sky starts to turn a strange color of electric pink. quite beautiful and strange. the clouds were moving much faster like in those time lapse movies as well. out in the distance i see a cow. how cool i think to myself to see a cow out here. how wonderful this cow is. i turn around to tell my friend but i chose not to communicate in words. i turn back around to see my cow friend again, but to my utter horror and surprise there were now about 30 cows. and the numbers were groing quickly. what were these cows going to do with me? i was trespassing on their land. would they love me? we decided not to find out. drugs are bad.