I dont know if any one will be interested but I am going to tell you a story. This is the story of how a hippy like me came to the dicision to lease my body to the goverment .
First you have to understand what an acid hangover feels like. Acid is by far my favorite drug( wich saddly I havent done in almost four years), but the thing about acid is that the come down last for almost double what the trip last for. It is in that come-down state that the whole worldhas this disgustingly obviouse quality to it. Peoples motivations, the reason things are the way they are, all that shit is absolutely crystil clear, unlike your normal everyday waking life during an acid come-down you have to really try to lie to you self about anything.
well one day during the comedown of one very successfull trip I found myself forced to endure the rantings of my Roommate at the time, who was a compleate lunitic, who sad one thing amongst all the "blah, blah, blah" he said that he wished that he had goined the military when he was 18 because he would have this and that and this and that and that is when it hit me.
My life at the time was in retrospect perfect. I had a good job great friends, great place to live, car, food, cloths, and a city absolutly tieming with activities and passions to choose from. Life was good but I was only 18 and I had only been living on my own for a little over a year and a half and I had my whole life ahead of me.
Back when I was in high school toward the end I started to think that I had only think that I only had x amount of time before adulthood would really kick in and I would be boring from thier on out. Hollyshit was I wrong. after that year and a half and in the grips of a certain kind of clarity that only accomponies the comedown of a good acid trip, I knew that I was going to be a big kid probably for the rest of my life. I thought about it noticed that at the time most of my friends age was 23 and that is the age I would be when I got out if I joined. I would have this and that and this and that and I would still be young and full of angst. fuck it.
I turned to my roommate cut in to what ever he was saying( I had stopped paying attaintion a long time ago and had only been contimplateing this whole leaseing my body thing) and asked him to cut all my hair off. I had very long hair, almost what you would call a mohawk, so he delighted in being able to see me bald. I shave a three inch goat took out my peircings ( I had five back then), drove to the closest recruiter with my eyes still dialated,( shit ..I was still FRYING) took my asfab, did great and now Im hear.
while tripping I thought the time would be a blink of an eye. Well the truth off it is that 5 years is one hell of a long blink
but I am almost thier. I dont think that I have changed dispite my sorroundings, I still love homos, and hate guns.
I wonder if any one will bother to read all this shit?
First you have to understand what an acid hangover feels like. Acid is by far my favorite drug( wich saddly I havent done in almost four years), but the thing about acid is that the come down last for almost double what the trip last for. It is in that come-down state that the whole worldhas this disgustingly obviouse quality to it. Peoples motivations, the reason things are the way they are, all that shit is absolutely crystil clear, unlike your normal everyday waking life during an acid come-down you have to really try to lie to you self about anything.
well one day during the comedown of one very successfull trip I found myself forced to endure the rantings of my Roommate at the time, who was a compleate lunitic, who sad one thing amongst all the "blah, blah, blah" he said that he wished that he had goined the military when he was 18 because he would have this and that and this and that and that is when it hit me.
My life at the time was in retrospect perfect. I had a good job great friends, great place to live, car, food, cloths, and a city absolutly tieming with activities and passions to choose from. Life was good but I was only 18 and I had only been living on my own for a little over a year and a half and I had my whole life ahead of me.
Back when I was in high school toward the end I started to think that I had only think that I only had x amount of time before adulthood would really kick in and I would be boring from thier on out. Hollyshit was I wrong. after that year and a half and in the grips of a certain kind of clarity that only accomponies the comedown of a good acid trip, I knew that I was going to be a big kid probably for the rest of my life. I thought about it noticed that at the time most of my friends age was 23 and that is the age I would be when I got out if I joined. I would have this and that and this and that and I would still be young and full of angst. fuck it.
I turned to my roommate cut in to what ever he was saying( I had stopped paying attaintion a long time ago and had only been contimplateing this whole leaseing my body thing) and asked him to cut all my hair off. I had very long hair, almost what you would call a mohawk, so he delighted in being able to see me bald. I shave a three inch goat took out my peircings ( I had five back then), drove to the closest recruiter with my eyes still dialated,( shit ..I was still FRYING) took my asfab, did great and now Im hear.
while tripping I thought the time would be a blink of an eye. Well the truth off it is that 5 years is one hell of a long blink
but I am almost thier. I dont think that I have changed dispite my sorroundings, I still love homos, and hate guns.
I wonder if any one will bother to read all this shit?
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