Luminous musings

A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and Holy Ghost on drums.
Hunter S. Thompson

It was late, I don’t know how late exactly but it must have been close to first light. The sky had that luminous haze to it that marks the pre-dawn, and the streets by the canals were blanketed by still quietness, only occasionally broken by the clatter of a passing fiets (push bike) or wild howling of an amphetamine freak trying to come to grips with the psychosis descending on him. It was a beautiful sight really.

But I was lost and I was wired, and my mind wasn’t working properly. I knew that I too had a bike around somewhere, but I was buggered if I knew the right direction to go get it. I looked up and down a bunch of canal ways and this terrible realisation came upon me that if I chose the wrong one, I’d be fucked. The beer haze wasn’t helping either. I know better than to trust beer judgement; that little voice inside your head that says everything will be fine if you just listen to him. Oh no, that little bastard decieved me too many times before for us to be on speaking terms, so I ignored the ranting in my head as best I was able.

I looked around the streets in hope that I would find someone I could ask for directions. That was a dicey proposition at best. The only people up at this hour were probably in worse shape than I was, and if they weren’t, one look into my eyes would have them running away in sheer panic.

What to do?

End of Part 1. To be continued

Padwanna

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