I went to a party tonight (yes,I sometimes get invited to things), and I hung out for about six hours. I ate a small dose of whacky mushrooms,I drank some whiskey and smoked some weed.
“loose”
Your boy was loose but not obnoxious .
This adult hippie (my age) was telling me her thoughts on people’s “energies” and holistic healing and what Woodstock 99 was really like. (She was dehydrated).. fun talks.
Then she started talking about her two grown children,and this moment hit… Oh yeah… People my age have grown children at this point. Fair…
I could counter her witchy talk with my perception of cycles and systems, I tried to express the things I feel and place I’ve found myself…. This could go one of two ways.
I’m past the casual fuck,I really am. Conversation is where the real shit is…some uncomfortable feeling set in… This talk is getting too close, we’re feeling too familiar and I just met you… Some nagging itch came to the back of my neck….
“I gotta get the fuck outta here”
I ran, like a bitch. I pounded three waters and checked my sobriety… “I’m a soldier” I really am, I would trust my driving, coming down off a low dose of psychedelics, I’d trust it more than I’d trust your sober driving.
I fled, like a thief in the night. She saw me heading out and said “can I have a hug?”
Of course you can.
I know a hug like I used to know cocaine. That was not a “good to meet you” hug…
It was very nice to meet you, Amber, from Michigan. You have a good soul and you roll very straight joints 💋💋
I’m not in the place darling. But I enjoyed learning about you. You seem like a really nice person.
dawn 