four years ago i had a drug experience. i ran towards my friends after seeing a dutch film, Hucckle, at the film society night. the street slants up, 50 yards, straight to where they're exiting a car. they had some left for me. i ate them from a plastic bag. we walk between ten and fifteen blocks down in to town. their doses kick in when we get to the porch of the house. our other friends don't let us in. i don't remember what happens. we drink bottles of Milwaukee red from a cardboard box. they roll two cigars with marijuana. after two hits of that i feel the mushrooms. my mind feels good. thinking gratifies the other parts of my mind, things of my thoughts fall into my body. the light is good. it's orange and blue or something. every time i think of that time i know it felt good. it feels like i'll never be the one to bring myself to a worse situation. i know it was strange. behind the house a leafless tree looks like a web of veins. the main trunk of the tree pulsates. the sky is pinkish black. we walk to the campus. there's a big monkey sculpture. we run towards the monkey sculpture. up close we see the monkey has a man's face. he's a big gorilla with a man's face actually. i think we ride a golf cart around the campus and i fall off. i'm lost on a gravel path somewhere and i feel like that's a small problem. i stare up at the moon i think. there's a pine tree top bending towards the moon, like it's being sucked in. on the porch the people are talking, laughing, and going insane over the drug's effects. i want to talk at length to them. the colors are really good, everywhere. i am quiet, i think. i'm satisfied. it's just a satisfied feeling. the leaves on the ground go crazy in the vacant lot. a dog chased me through there once. our porch is slanted but we all have good seats. fuck. idk.