Coming Down Like it or Not

The-lsd-wears-offThis is an account of one of a common encounter in the mid-70’s!……..

It is early in the morning, and after frying balls all night on LSD I am totally spent and devoid of anything meaningful to say, I just seem to linger in the driveway of my friend Sonny’s house staring at the palm of my hand while neighborhood kids make their way to school. As I light a Marlboro red, I notice Candy Murphy walking towards the TV shop, she was still a few houses away but I recognized her. I remember looking at her, I thought she was attractive and while I never talked to her when we were at school together for some reason I felt she was a nice person. She was a cheerleader and one of the cool kids at school, while I was just a lowly band geek, well mostly a band geek, I was also in the schools’ photography club, and a full-fledged member of the controlled substance usage team.

I was coming down from my acid trip, yet I will still fully charged with energy; you know the dirty drug-fuel energy that seems to linger long after the sought after psychedelic mind melt has left the brain. I felt used up and covered with a surreal tinge of the night before. It was around seven A.M., there was a hurried bustle of cars and people on the streets, meanwhile, an untuned lapse of events caused this macro slice of my personal space to inch forward moment by moment.

As Candy walked by this thought suddenly came to me that I should say something to her, I don’t know why I would consider talking to her now as I’m sure she didn’t know I exsisted, except in these fading moments it seemed like a really good idea, yes now would be the perfect time to say something to her, say something while I stood here, but what would I say to her. I looked at the burning cigarette in my hand and the words just came out of my mouth, “Hey Candy, what’s up?”

As the words came out of my mouth, the eerie warp of time that was nothing more than the total collapse of my LSD bathed conscience that instantly evaporated the moment Candy looked in my direction. Her look was brief and uncertain and as she walked closer to me, my face made some sort of uneasy smile. I was sweating lightly, my clothes damp and dirty from the previous night’s exploration of the mind, and I simply blurted, “What are you doing, goin to school?”

As quickly as the words came out of my mouth, Candy stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me briefly. She was transfixed, almost like a deer caught in the headlights while trying to cross the road. For a split second it seemed like time had stopped and only her and I existed in the moment, but as I fumbled to say something else that moment was over and her head jerked up while she looked at me with a mix of mild fear and disgust. “oh hey” she suddenly blurted out and in the same instant tucked her head down and quickened her pace away from me. As I watched her go I was overcome with a bleak feeling. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt as if I had done something wrong.

Days later I was hanging out across the street from the high school at a spot a few kids went to smoke weed in between classes and during lunch when Candy and a small group of the “cool kids” were walking towards me. I stood there smoking my Marlboro as the group walked past me. Suddenly their pace quickened and I could hear girly giggles and snickers as a few heads turned to glance back at me. At that moment I was overcome with that familiar feeling of being less than. While I don’t remember how the rest of that day went, I am confident it ended in a drug-induced blackout.

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