It was a Saturday in Toronto, cold and dark. My girlfriend's birthday was on Tuesday and she had never had sex or dropped acid, something I intended to rectify!
Anyways, we dropped acid, started coming up and began tickling each other. We had a tickle fight that we took entirely too seriously, laughing uncontrollably for about an hour before she shoved me into a metal pole and I started bleeding profusely out of my knee
It was then we decided we should take a break and realized that we had cut ourselves on various objects during our fight and were bleeding over everything, so we took a quick trip to the bathroom to clean everything up...and the band-aids we tried to use were Batman band-aids, which suck horribly if you ACTUALLY need them. Batman failed us, we were still bleeding.
But thank god for blood clotting! We eventually stopped, and lay in the bed of her room enjoying how her ceiling was breathing and her walls...my god, her walls. Emily (my girlfriend) has a myriad of posters from movies and comic books plastered on every inch of her wall, as well as a mural of
Dream she painted (she's an artist)...AND THEY WERE ALL STARING AT US! Dream's hair was blowing in the wind, so it was all cool.
Time passed really quickly and really slowly at the same time, some unimportant stuff happened in between. Then, on a whim, we decided it would be a good idea to get milkshakes from a 24 hour 50s diner across the street...it was cold outside, and the concept of a monetary system confounded the both of us. Seriously, currency is representational of work done? It's strange.
You'd think we'd be the strangest people in the diner, but no...there were a fair number of drunk people who had migrated from the club down the street. For comparison,
I looked sorta like this. Big thrills!Anyways, it was 4AM and we came down listening to Lateralus...only to wake up 3 hours later and have epic druggy sketch sex and eat pancakes and grilled cheese
