I shove the
rest in and wash it down with some soda so that
I donít taste it that bad.
Susan and Staci had been completely ignoring
everyone else in the room and are now on the
floor massaging and caressing each other all
over. Staci grabs Jimís legs and motions for him
to join them, so he gets down on the floor with
them. They become a pile of limbs grabbing and
poking each other. Darlene and Penny are kissing
passionately now on the couch and Selma and Jake
are kissing on the chair. I walk over to my
backpack and get a condom out. I walk over to
Jake and put one in his hand.
He gives me a thumbs up and a smile and kisses
Selma more passionately.
Since everyone else is paired off I go into the
living room and put on the Super Nintendo and
play some Tetris. After about a half hour I
notice that the little blocks are starting to
change color when they donít usually, so I stop
playing and walk through the dining room into
the kitchen. Itís hard to walk and my legs feel
like rubber but itís funny having rubber legs so
I laugh. I have no idea where the other six are
so I just grab a joint off the table and light
up. As soon as I take a hit, I really start
feeling the shrooms and I start laughing out
loud because I feel really great and nothing in
the world seems important to me right now.
I just sit in the kitchen staring at nothing
much for a while and then Selma comes in and
rubs my shoulders.
"Sleeping. Why do you guys always fall asleep
"Oh yeah , youíre a virj. After sex." She says.
"Oh I donít know yet."
"Iíve always wanted to be a virginís first.
Wanna try it?"
"Not this way. No offense but ya just got done
with Jake, Iím watching stuff happen thatís not
really happening and I want to be straight when
I first try it, not tripping or high." She stops
rubbing my shoulders.
"Are you sure?" she asks. I turn around and her
perfect breasts are in my face "Not at all." I
We crack up and eat a lot of munchies. Darlene
and Penny come in and grab some soda and chips.
Darlene leaves to go get 2 bongs from her room
and the rest of us go to the living room, put on
Pink Floydís Dark Side of the Moon and play the
Wizard of Oz. We veg on the way the two work
together till Darlene comes in and brings two
beautiful bongs, one made of glass and a ceramic
dragon with the bowl between the ears and you
smoked from the tail.
We just have random conversations and watch the
movie. Jim rushes into the room wild-eyed and
tells us there is a bear in the bathroom. We
remind him he is tripping and he just says ĎOh
yeahí, sits down and takes a bong hit. The rest
of the night we just do numerous bong hits and
watch different trippy movies until we
eventually all pass out.
In the morning I wake up and am amazed that I
donít feel any after effects of the shrooms. I
reach over Penny and grab a bong and take a hit
to start the day off right. Jake wakes up and
takes a hit as well. He tells me he has to go to
Gulfport, Mississippi later in the day and tells
me he would take me for the ride if I wanted to.
Of course I agree. Soon everyone wakes up when
they smell the herb burning and itís almost as
if we had never stopped partying. At about 3
oíclock Jake asks me if Iím ready to go. I tell
him I am and I thank Jim for taking me here and
I thank the girls for letting me stay at the
We get into his beat up Escort and hit I-10. We
smoke joints and listen to the radio. He insists
on listening to country music even though I tell
him I hate it since itís so depressing. But it
is his car so I canít complain. We just fly
through the rest of Florida and get to
and he gives
me a nice sack of weed to go. He drives off and
I go to the highway and fly my thumb.
Only about 20 minutes later, a couple pick me
up. They are about 40 and try to convince me
that I should find Jesus and live for him. They
are going to New Orleans because they think that
it is the modern day Gomorrah and they want to
save people from their physical desires.
I just listen politely, knowing I'm almost at my goal.
They tell me we're here and pull off the highway and
drop me off at Canal Street. There's an old black man
sitting on a porch playing a harmonica. I wave at him
and ask, "Sir, am I in New Orleans?"
He stops playing and says, "I don't know where New
Or Leans is. Son, you're in N'awlins!"
I laugh, happy I finally made it to
New Orleans, Louisiana
1992. I party for a month or so and then decide
to hitchhike to California and then bounce back
and forth across America for the next four
years. This is when the free ride ends, so if
you like it and would like to see what the hell
happens next, you have to send me something to
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