| Pre-trip: The night started innocently enough. Not having any Coricidin we reluctantly decided we'd use Robitussin, and not having much time, we stole 5 bottles sandwiched in between two workers. We left rattling away and ran to the car. We were scared to try Robitussin because of an incident a few weeks prior. We were scared they may have put additives in it, but we were scientists that night. We wanted anarchy. We arrived at Nico's mama's appartment complex at about 12 midnight. We opened the Robitussin and took the pills from the fifth bottle and placed 5 each in the remaining bottles. Nico's mother walked in the door drunk as hell. We hid the open capless pill bottles in our pockets. She wasn't bad company, she was really loving to Nico, a trait Thom, Tony and myself can't say our mothers have, at least not like Nico's mother has. It was evident Nico's mother really wasn't listening to what we were saying, so we all joked around about having sex with Nico while she bitched at some guy with Tiger's tickets. We were watching National Geographic, a special about snakes. It was pretty insane, and I don't think any of us will forget it. We learned about the elasticity of the skin on a snakes "chin". We learned that they had evolved breathing tubes that actually exited the snake's mouth as it eats it's prey. We learned that snakes don't actually have chins, but actually that they have four disconnected jaw bones that move; two on top, two on bottom. We learned constricting snakes constrict with the force of a bus just chilling on top of you. We learned that snakes, if they are big enough, can eat whole alligators. A thirteen foot snake in Florida once succeeded in killing an alligator (an animal whose tank body armor can withstand cars running them over) and almost succeeded in eating the beast, but exploded half way because the snake was so small. We saw snakes succeed in eating things as big as hippos, and that snakes can only eat humans if they are lying on their sides. We learned snakes eat everything head first. We learned all this, but we are hated by everyone in school for being "ignorant people who do not seek knowledge". Nico's mother was in the room contantly, no luck for Nico, but Thom, Tony and myself all had a trip to bathroom to swallow our anarchy. Taking our Anarchy: The pills went down bad. I had forgotten how clammy they feel in your mouth. I had forgotten how red they tasted. It seems with all drugs you can get a hold on easier, that the first few times they always go down easier, but as it starts to become knowledgable to you, your body fights back. It's like that with DXM Gelcaps, and it's like that with Morning Glory; you simply ignore the taste at first. My fear is that my body will hate the sweet fruitiness of Coricidin soon. The whole time we were worried about the safeness of ingesting USP, something we thought might be new. Erowid hadn't mentioned it, it's too new, so we figured we'd try and let Erowid know. We were scientists tonight. We were labrats tonight. Nico's mom went to bed drunk, but not before showing us her friend Shannon's penis and inviting us to sleep in her room. She wanted us, Thom and I were sure. Nico went in. He took sixteen and flushed the rest, or at least tried flushing them. The early effects started. The unsettling of the stomach, the Robosickness. The feeling of electricty in your brain. We were becoming robots. Nico was knocked out. It always happens. Everything kicks Nico's ass. We were sure this would be Thom, Tony and Luke tonight. That usually means that it would be Thom and Luke connecting and Tony kinda by himself. We were being called by the drunken voice of Nico's mother. This was around 2 am. Nico's older sister was at the complex and needs to be let in. We took the elevators to the lobby and letter in. She looks young, I thought it was Nico's younger sister. I looked at her the whole way in the elevator. Studying her. Not her body, her actions. Nobody ever looks at anybody in an elevator. That's one of the reasons I did it. I also wanted to see her not look at anyone. We got to Nico's room and thankfully she went to bed right away. I was releived in case there were going to be four electric robots, four paranoid androids vomiting their guts out. Like that's not suspicious. They Poisoned Us: Thom went to bathroom, unsettled. He thought his body wasn't working properly when he looked in and saw seven pills, seven whole pills chilling there. That was enough to turn my Robosickness into a full blown sickness. We remembered that Nico had flushed 9 of his pills. Only two of them actually went down. This fact didn't matter. I was sick and I didn't try to fight it. Thom vomited. Four minutes later I went to the bathroom. Like clockwork, because I took my pills four minutes after he did. The light in Nico's bathroom activates a loud fan which hid the sound of me violently vomiting up my insides. I tried to be quiet, but there was air in me when the dye came out. A stacatto gagging cough followed by stomach acids dyed red from the pills. My body tried throwing up again. My mouth opened, my throat pushed. Nothing. That's the worst, when your body tries to let it out and nothing comes out. My eyes teared up, but I was fine for the most part. Again my body tried to vomit. I succeeded purging more red-dyed stomach acids. The purging started with another violent stacatto cough. This was followed by another gag. This vomiting was enough to kick the trip into full force. It's weird with DXM. You feel it coming on, but it never really kicks in until you cough or sneeze or stand up. I was already the most unmotivated person in the world, so now what to do with the vomit? I was sure I was done vomiting but didn't know how to clean it up because Nico's poor ass didn't have toilet paper. Thom gave me some paper towels and I cleaned all of it up. I was enraged at the whole situation, and rage is almost an impossible emotion to feel on DXM because you love everyone and everything. I wasn't mad about vomiting, in a way I kind of wanted to vomit, but I know people who absolutley hate to, I was made at the fact people are actually sadistic enough to poison human beings to try and stop them from doing things. "They poisoned us" I kept saying. "A bunch of fucking republican christians who think they know what's best for everyone fucking poisoned us. How fucking sadistic. These people will poison their own kind because they are trying to do something that they think they should do. It's the same thing with Morning Glory seeds, they use special pesticides that are harder to wash off so they can poison people who eat them." I held Brian Brennan, Nick Eagle, and Adam Winnie personally responsible for poisoning me. The Context These are people we had argued with earlier. They claim that no drug has had any positive effect on anyone. They made this claim while one of them was wearing a Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon shirt. They made this claim when earlier this day they played "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd, a song about OD-ING!!! The song has obviously touched them positivley, but they made this claim. I held them personally responsible. "We'll see you guys in 20 years when you're losers and we're married and have kids" It's people like them that put controlled amounts of poison in medication to stop people from doing it. "Why would you ask questions? I'm totally against that." These people poison human beings that they decide are lower than them. "You see a world of vibrations, sure they're there, but why would you want to see them? We're content with our lives" I wanted them to bathe in my red-dyed vomit. The thing that scared me the most was, are they right? Did I take the pills to get high, or did I take them for knowledge. To I seek a fun trip, or do I seek opening up and learning about myself and my friends and about the world? I knew for a fact these people never for a second thought I was right, even when speaking less subjective FACTS. They kept twisting our words. "Let's all take acid and jump off a building" They kept judging. "I'm sorry I can't live in your esoteric little world, but I live in reality" Thom said it's a world he'll share with anybody. I said reality was plural and mutable. They aren't right. They're arrogantly ignorant and proud of it. They've never done what I've done, and they "consider [them]sel[ve's] blessed" "by God" that they haven't. It was then I was no longer angry with them. I no longer wanted to hurt them for poisoning me. Drugs at that moment had a positive effect. I'm through with that entire situation. Brian Brennan still wants to fight Steve Kennedy for his opinions and Thom and I told Tony "You have to stick by Steve next year. We're graduating and he's going to be all alone". A lot of the band students hate Thom, Steve, Jamie Narkun and myself because we're agnostic. Steve is by himself next year with just Nico and Tony who aren't in band and Jamie Narkun who is. When people gang up on you, it's hard to think of what to say. When people gang up on you, it's hard to think you're right. It's especially hard to think you're right when your "religion" is one that constantly assumes it's wrong and always corrects itself. The Park: We decided to take a walk, but Nico didn't want to wake up. We took his keys, and opened the apartment door. I stayed behind the door as Tony and Thom checked all the keys to try and unlock it, it felt like a video game. We found the key to the apartment room and then walked to the elevator. We took the floor to the lobby. We went through the lobby door, I stayed behind as they checked the keys for the new door. Again it felt like a video game. We went to the last door that led to the outside. We planned on going to the park. I stayed behind as they checked the last key for the last door. FAILURE. The last key didn't work. If we wen't outside, we'd be stuck. Tony said he knew another way out. We go through the lobby door and Tony leads us down the hall into this corridor. It felt even more like a video game. Then we get to the final door and the key works for it. Outside at last, it kinda reminded me of a secret passage or a courtyard in a Zelda game. We opened a gate that led us to a dumpster. Either way, we were out and we Robowalked our way to the park. We stood in the light and talked. I don't remember what we talked about, but I remember wanting to hear Chris Boonenburgs voice, so I called him. This was at 3:40 am. We found a slide and Thom rode down it and wanted to share that experience. I tried sliding, but it was wet and I was in jeans, but the climb up the slide was nice. On previous park/DXM trips we always wanted to go on a Merry-Go-'Round but parents ruin everything and decide not to teach their children about gravity so it's really hard to find a park with them these days. I don't know why, they're so much fun! Everyone in our group is the most polite person you'll ever meet so when we got to the Merry-Go-'Round all three of use tried to be the one the pushes. We started talking about gravity and how the middle of the ride had less gravity because it's the center and is spinning fastest. The ride was so much fun. Tony and I were protons and neutrons in the nuculus of an atom. Thom was the electron cloud. When we slowed down Tony got off and Thom got on. This ride was just as fun. We looked to the center and it looked like everything was moving but us. When it was my turn to push, Tony discovered the joys of looking up. Thom wanted me to experience it, so he got off and pushed Tony and I. As he was pushing us he said, "I want you to think of the image you assign to God." I didn't really know mine but he said to try. As we got going he said "Look up and picture your God. If you don't know, you'll see him". I looked up into the spinning purple sky just enough and I saw Tony's face, he was looking up too. Tony's face morphed into my face. "I see me. I'm God." Then Tony's face changed to Nico, then Thom, then Tony, then Adam Winnie. We're all God. We're all God and none of us are God. We all control ourselves. When I got to off I was dizzy, but the most significant thing was seeing the streetlights. They seemed to do this horizontal yo-yo thing. They'd shoot out about 5 other lights in one direction and then shoot back. We all hugged, we all got to know each other better. The Jungle Gym: We walked to the jungle gym near by. The ground was black and cementlike in texture but it was made out of rubber foam. We were talking about if Adam Winnie & Co. were right. We were for sure they weren't because we've been nothing but responsible and did nothing but learn so far. We knew they were wrong because we were peaceful and non-violent. Brian Brennan wants to hurt Steve (and Steve doesn't even do drugs at all!!!), and at that time we thought he wanted to hurt us. The body of our "enemy" is NOT our enemy. More appropriatley: The bodies of the people who choose to call us enemies are not our enemies. We knew they were wrong because drugs don't interfere with our lives, we do them at night when we have no other responsibilities. We asked Tony how long he was in for the drug ride. He said he'd get off at enlightenment. We all agreed. I yelled into one of those little talk boxes today's jungle gyms have. I yelled "They poisoned us". But the poison wasn't going to stop me. I was going to enjoy this experience. I was enjoying it thus far. I don't remember what got us on the subject, I think it was a Family Guy quote Thom said, but I don't remember why he started talking about Family Guy, but we started talking about the moon landing and how thanks to www.badastronomy.com we pretty much know for sure we did land on the moon. The flag waved on the moon because of little ripples that were made when they set the flag up. The pictures were 100% perfect because a lot of pictures were taken. We started making a model of the Solar System. If I was standing here and Tony was standing four steps away from me and I was the Sun and Tony was Mercury, than four steps away from Tony would be Thom who was Venus. If Venus was eight steps away from the sun than Earth would be eight steps away from Venus. On this scale, 1 A.U. would be 16 steps. If the Earth was 1 A.U. or 16 steps away from the sun, then Mars is 1 A.U. from Earth or 32 steps away from the sun. This is a scientifically accurate model for guessing where the next planet is distance wise from the sun if you count the asteroid belt as a planet (after all, the accepted scientific thoery is that it was one) and discount Pluto as a Planet. We debated on whether Pluto was a planet or not, and finally agreed that it was since it has 3 moons. Look it up, we discovered 2 more moons back in Fall 2005. Another fun model of the solar system is, if the sun were a basketball, Pluto would be exactly one mile away and be the size of a pin-point. We crawled through the tunnels of the jungle gyrn with our knees on the sides because there was water at the bottom. When we crawled out, we related it to the birthing experience. We all hugged. We all got to know each other better We started heading back to the appartment to check on Nico. We walked up this crazy parking hill where we walked on the hypotenuse of the ramp which had stairs that led back to the Zelda courtyard into the videogame corridor. We got to Nico's room. He was still out. De-loused in the Comatorium: We went to the elevators and decided we wanted to go onto the roof. We sat down and went to the 10th floor of the building. When the door opened we heard people talking. They were arguing about something, at about 4:30 am, it was kinda strange. They were loud though, they sounded like they were in the hallway. I assumed it was the manager of the place, I'm not sure if anybody else did, but we didn't want to get caught so we got into the elevator. We sat inside, didn't move and just talked. When we thought we were gonna run out of air, we hit the button to go to floor 5. We decided to go into the basement. The basement had this hospital like aura to it. I remember now the apartment complex used to be a place where they kept old people, so I beleive the basement might have been a treatment center or a morgue or something because it felt exactly like a hospital, spefically the basement felt like De-loused in the Comatorium by The Mars Volta. The sounds of the engines or fans running, and the sounds of our squeaky shoes were exaclty the same sounds as in the beginning of the album. We walked into the laundry room. Even this reminded me of Cerpin Taxt's room. We talked about inertia. We talked about God, and what he never mentioned in the bible. We talked about friction. We talked about about kinetic energy and will power. We talked about the Pythagorean Theorum. We talked about things people don't talk about, that Brian Brennan and Nick Eagle and Adam Winnie never talk about, yet we're the ignorant misguided morons. We talked about how we're all made up of the same atoms that were forged from the same sun and the same big bang as Brian, Nick and Adam and how we're not better or any different than they are when we get down to an atomic level. We're different on this level that they call reality, but we're still not any better. We talked about how even through Chris Novak is a hardcore conservative how he doesn't take beleifs personally. He understands and listens. These guys don't. We talked for an hour. We all hugged. We all got to know each other better. We rode the elevator back up to the 10th floor, wanting to try and go onto the roof again. The people were no longer arguing but they seemed to be having fun, laughing and talking together. They still sounded like they were in the hallway. We didn't really care about them now. We wanted to go up on the roof. We go the way that we deduce the voices aren't, sneak into the stairway into this grey garage room. This room controled the elevators. When we got in, the conveyor belt was moving. Thom saw the elevators in a previous trip, the whole room was a constant Dejavu. The lights were out, I turned them on and we found the door to the roof, but it was guarded with an alarm. We decided to leave the room, and go back to chill on the elevators. Tony had an odd prompting to go and chill in the Lounge on the main floor so we did. We sat down and talked. We kicked our shoes off and got comfortable. We talked about how we all connected and wished the drugs hadn't kicked poor Nico's ass. We wished he were here and he could connect with us too. We heard a knock coming from the doors leading outside. Who is that at this hour, and why doesn't he have a key? Enter: Nico: It was Nico at the door. Nico had woken up and slipped outside by taking the elevator while we were in the elevator control room. That's why the conveyor belt was moving when we were up there. He looked for us at the park and talked to three black fisherman he thought was us. When it wasn't us he tried going back to the appartment. The funny part wasn't the fact that we met up with Nico, it was how we met up with him. He was keyless, but he left the apartment anyway. If Tony never got his strange prompting to go chill in the lobby after we talked in the Comatorium and in the elevators for as long as we did, we would have never met up with him. If we would have had access to the roof, we would have never met up with him. Our trips played together perfectly. We weren't in that lobby longer than 5 minutes before he knocked. Synchronicity? I don't know what it was, but it was beautiful. We started walking outside. The atmosphere was perfect and it was 5 am and now legal for us to be outside. We took a walk to go to another park Nico said wasn't too far away. We recounted the trip to Nico as we walked. We walked for about a half an hour and turned around, a rough estimate, because we got back to Nico's apartment around 6. We went to sleep in the beautiful white room. We had a positive beautiful experience. We all knew each other better. We all loved each other more. We woke up at Ten O' Clock to the sound of my cell phone. I thought it was my mother ending my beautiful day. I answered and it was Chris Boonenberg. Perfect closure. More synchronicity? Why did Chris choose to call so early? Was it to complete an already and otherwise complete and beautiful trip? Or did he simply have access to a Gnutella Phone? Either way, drugs had a positive effect, and we all awoke a little more enligtened, but not any better, than the people who choose to call us their enemy. The End. Written by Luke Smith of Requiem. |
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