| Thats an amazing story. Reading that made me remember something really small from my trip.
At some point during the night, I looked over at my friend (The guy who had given me the LSD) and he was sitting in the floor, his back propped up against the couch, with his button-up shirt open, hanging limply off the sides of his chest. It was at this point that my opinion of him changed dramatically for the worse.
What went through my head was: He's trying to be Jim Morrison. He's trying to be Jim Morrison and this whole lifestyle, everything, doing the acid/drinking/cocaine is because Jim Morrison existed. He is weak, He's weak and he's trying to duplicate Jim's lifestyle.
Honestly, its really not that pertinent, but I haven't felt the same way about the guy since. I won't hang out with him anymore. |