Day CCXLVIII

A Day At The Movies

      I was tripping in my own universe. It was sometime after one, and I really didn’t feel like working. After that huge meal, I felt like a Mexican in one of those western flicks, who takes a long nap after lunch. Then as I was passing by the Loews' Paradise theater on the Concourse, I noticed Super Fly was the feature, along with Sergeants 3, and Little Big Man, all for a buck.  Oh, and I almost forgot, a bunch of cartoons. It was a big bang for my money, and I spent the afternoon laughing my ass off.  It was something I ordinarily wouldn’t do. I would rather work, make some dough, rather than spend it, but the acid was working overtime on me. By the time it was over, it was near seven, the evening of the second day, and I was still as high as I was at George’s place. I went home, and tried the TV for a while, but after spending the afternoon watching flicks, television wasn’t cutting it.

  

     “Rinnnng ring rinnnnnng!”

     “Yo!”

    It was George, he wanted to know how I was feeling, and said he’d been trying to reach me all day. He told me he couldn’t work either, his mind was going in all kinds of directions, and he couldn’t stay focus on anything. Some of the guys had called him, and everybody wanted to know what was in that freaking punch. We were all tripping. He told them all the truth, as he knew it, what Sonia had told us, that she had laced it with two tabs of acid. The only ones he hadn’t heard from of course were Sonia, and Morgana. We figured they rationalized Iggy told us what happened, and were too embarrassed to even talk to him on the phone.