Buy! Part 2

08Sep09

He hopped in the backseat next to me. Introductions were made, hands were shook, and business commenced. He pulled it out from an inner pocket in his jacket. It was an eyedropper of liquid LSD: Allegedly 137 hits, an almost redundant amount. It was clearly a re-used Visine bottle, and from the look of the dealer, he used a lot of Visine. Regardless, he seemed legit, and the deal was made. As he left, he gave us a useful word of advice: “If the cops come, squirt that shit in your mouth. You’ll trip hard for a few hours, but no problems.” We laughed nervously. That was absolute worst case scenario, and something that we not only wanted to avoid, but absolutely dreaded. The lingering effects of a dose that side would be maddening.

Anyway, he left, and we pulled out while admiring our acquisition. Next stop? Aquarium. We plugged it into Mike’s GPS, and drove there. We parked on the 4th story of the garage, and spent longer admiring it. We contemplating taking some there, and tripping in the aquarium, but we didn’t have nearly enough time for any kind of long lasting psychedelic. Instead, we stashed it in the glove box, and left, making sure to lock the car and hide anything suspicious.

We got our aquarium tickets, one from the kiosk, and 2 from some strange lady. Made us feel good to see someone crazier than us. At least, in spite of our dangerous, self  destructive, dirty lives we were able to function in society and seem relatively normal.

Inside the aquarium was awesome. They have an amazing tunnel surrounded with fish, and a moving walkway through the middle. It was pretty fantastic, we got some good photos, including some of starfish eating, which is a bizarre spectacle. There was also a fantastic octopus, but that was slightly ruined from some douchey kid with a laser pointer. He was shining it in the octopus’s eye, which would be incredibly disorienting to the animal. Jim said loudly that he should be shot. A number of people agreed.

After we got cookies. They were delicious and disgustingly sweet. We went to the car and left. Traffic sucked, it took us a fucking long time to get out. While driving we discussed distribution and manufacture of our purchase. It was either blotter or sugar cubes. we talked about getting sugar cubes on the way back, but Mike had to be home. While driving, we also talked about what we could mix, what we should try to get next, who we could sell to, when we could do it. Important things like that.

Mike dropped Jim and I at my house, and left. He probably got in trouble. I drove Jim home. Mike kept the stuff, safe in his room, in a cool dark place.

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