We Tripping
“Na na na, it will go
away ventually. Look it’s not addictive, but it was originally used ta treat
peeps with mental problems. When hippies found it, they began ta uses it fo fun, and na dudes jest go round dooning it.
It really isn’t dat cool, ya can winds up hasing a bad trip, and some peeps have found
themsefs up in mental institutions because of it.”
“Oh shit!” She
frowned, as she looked down at the ground.
“Look we all ina same
boat, all of us who wuz da, ya na. I ain’t slept in two days, an neida has da
Ghoul.”
She smiled, and looked
up when I told her that.
“Yea he’s worried
boutcha, and has been trying to find ya, and Sonia.”
“Yea det bitch, she
da cuz a diz shit!.”
“Look it ain’t no big
deal, we just don’t know how much acid she put ina punch. She sed one or two
tabs, boot believe me, if it had been like she sed, we wuda has don come down by na. Da fak we still up means she put
mo than jest two tabs ina punch, ya dig?”
“Okay, so wadda we
do?”
“Jest be cool, stay
positive. Ya don’t wanna git down wit diz shit, cuz it could toin ina a really bad nitema, ya na. Has ya had any bad…like ya
na daydreams?”
She was silent for a
while, perhaps wondering if she should tell me about her ordeal with Sonia and Iggy. Then as I lit my last smoke, she
asks,
“Got anoda one?”
“I thought ya dint
smoke?”
“I neva did, boot
since Sunday I bin smoking a lot.”
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