so this time the beach was packed full of naked, half naked, and fully not naked people. all shapes and sizes. natural, organic, free-range bodies wiggling in the afternoon sunlight. we were there to score some mushrooms from captain ron or whatever his name is. it took us about an hour to track the drug lord down but charles combed the titted beach and we had inch-thick-heart-shaped chocolates wrapped in gold tinfoil in a matter of minutes after that. we unwrapped them, had a cheers and popped them into our mouths like the eager, rebel boyscouts we were. the chocolate was very rich and none of us could taste the mushrooms. most drug users don't like the texture or taste of straight up dry psychedelic mushrooms but they just remind me of spits (if you're like me and chew the shell and seed into mush. though i think i'll stop doing that because i heard my boss used to do that and had really bad stomach problems because of it). here we were sitting on wreck/rec beach waiting for these suckers to kick in and give us that shitty stomach ache like you've been poisoned feeling when a topless blonde damsel in red bikini bottoms in front of us shouts out, "what're u guyz drinking?!" as she gulps down a frozen mudslide freezie, tits to the wind. "nothing right now, we've got something else brewing around inside." i replied, "what's that thing you're eating?", "it's a mudslide!". she leans over to her another topless friend and says "look how scared they look!". that was the last we saw of 'shelly'. bitch. i hope that name joke gets across.
Fil was getting antsy after about 45 minutes of surveying the beach so we gave it another 10 minutes and took to the forest like we had originally planned. we packed up our backpacks and headed to where we thought the trail began. we crossed a muddy green swamp by hopping rock to rock to get to the other side. why did the magicians hop from rock to rock? to get to the other side.
we achieved our goal and started down the trail still waiting for that stomach ache and our trip to begin. as we walked up hills, over roots, and under trees we were passed by the odd naked man wearing only sandals (if that), sunglasses (if that), a hat (if that), and a towel over his shoulder. further down the trail we began to pass more and more began to pass us. i won't go on forever about naked men so i'll just sum it up and say that it was really comical after a while and im sick of seeing dicks. we stopped for a bit on a set of logs just off the path still not high after almost 2 hours. i think we all felt something, but it turned into nothing. the four of us decided to continue our planned hike regardless of what color the trees were. it was a really neat hike dodging under fallen streets and walking on skinny logs through mud patches. we eventually reached the very end of the path to a little sanctuary with a man made bench made from driftwood. charlie had rolled a bone earlier that day as a back up and like a pineapple express we toasted it. toasted the bone in the evening sun at the end of the trail. we made the best of the situation and im proud of us for that, not that i doubted it for any reason but it turned out to be a great day even without the ground turning into paisley beneath our feet. it was still plain old dirt and green leaves, and we were all pretty happy walking back a little lifted.
marcus is coming to visit for the weekend. he should arrive tonight around 9:30 and im really looking forward to it. here's a music video care of the the playlist he's got going as we speak. drive safe.
