Quite a ride.

Are you familiar with Salvia Extract? Well to start with it's traditional use is to enhance Meditation. On the particular Sunday in question Hank, or Henry as he prefers, had come over with an apothecaries vial nearly filled with the stuff. Hank retrieved his butane lighter and we were off to the races. After a couple of minutes, enough time to stand up and wander about, it hit. I was standing by the window when it became clear I was at a beach side amusement park, the evening sun warm against the cooling air. Nearby a rollercoaster's drive chain was clicking away and I found myself possessed of a need to sit.

Around that time Hank started asking me about a game, fighting the urge to sit I gathered what I needed and our game began. Once we started playing I realized where the clicking drive chain was, under the damn couch, the very place I'd just sat down! Now this looked like trouble, first of all as high as I was a rollercoaster was the last place on earth I should be. Secondly the cards in my hand seemed far too small, and I feared I may crush them.

Then things got interesting, Hank was still playing the game as the coaster/couch was ascending on rickety tracks, the warm sun an effective counter effect to the rattling. I tried to lean back and enjoy it but it became clear this coaster was not entirely well built and the panel at my back was threatening to come loose at any moment.

Bellow Hank was putting cards down on the table one at a time, he looked at me, clearly expecting a response. I said something and then excused myself. I stood up and walked away as the rollercoaster screamed around a bend. I intended to lie down and acquire my bearings, Hank caught up, and with a helpful, concerned tone he lead me back to the couch. It was around then that one of us, maybe me, muttered something about a second round.

The coaster sped on, so did the game. In a fit of confusion and frustration I quit the game, the little men on the tiny cards an affront to my giant existance, I swore then and there never to play again... For at least a week.

Our heads cleared and Hank packed up to go, his cards and paraphernalia safely away we headed down to the streetcar stop. We said we'd do it again soon, as yet no such plans have formed.

-James

"I hate anyone who takes drugs...customs officials, policemen..." - Hunter S. Thompson