Let us take a pause here
and give a bit of background
to this whole story.
At 17, just out of high school,
I had been kicked out of my dad's
apartment a few months prior.
I just moved back with my mother
who did kick me out of her home
a few years prior.
The family environment was
far from loving or even enjoyable.
I wanted to get away from it as far
as I could.
2 years of chronic pot smoking
didn't help either. All that
to say; I might have missed
a few pot-smoking scenes to this
story as it was as frequent as eating.
We travelled with 20 hits of acid,
thinking we could make a bit of cash
as we did when in high school.
We never did sell any of it during our trip.
Dropping acid wasn't really something special.
I felt a bit conflicted as being in nature was already
plenty for me, and acid, well, was just acid.
We did take it in the morning. Soon after,
a fisherman came to talk to us.
"Hey boys, do you want a fish?"
We were hungry; we were stoned.
That fish looked delicious.
I saw on his face that we
were way too excited about his
fish when we agreed to take it.
He quickly dropped the fish in my hand,
and left in a hurry.
I asked Olivier to kill the fish
and he laughingly denied my request,
running away.
I held the fish in my hand, wondering
how I would end his life. I decided
to choke the fish to death.
Time distorts when you are on acid.
A minute can feel like a lifetime,
but the opposite is true.
I used this superpower to speed
through the day. All I remember is
the sun's arc in the sky,
burning its way on my face.
The fish is drying in my hand.
Half a day passed, and I was sure he was dead.
I released my chokehold right away
the fish started breathing again.
Freaked out and out of options,
I swang the fish head on the rock,
still standing at the same spot where
I got the fish hours ago.
The fish was finally dead.
Olivier was nowhere to be found,
we would have a nice dinner tonight.
