Some old messages.

Now that Facebook has that small chat thing on the lower right hand side, I sometimes forget to check if someone has sent me a message. I clicked on the last message Grisel sent me just to make sure I didn't miss anything. I realized that she had either deactivated her Facebook because she finds it annoying or her overprotective boyfriend saw her talking to me and now he has forced her to block me. Regardless, I opened up our previous messages only to fall into an abyss of nostalgia. Messages from I was still barely getting to know this girl. So I went to other people I had conversations with only to realize how much different I've become with just a few years. Besides being an emotion wreck I was also an aspiring youngster (still am) barely getting into the world of bicycle riding. I found various messages from people that now have a bitter hatred towards me, letters from my exes and friends that have disappeared. I think it's genius how I can look back at the past to influence me now. I believe I have a lot to learn and in a few years I'll be looking back at the messages of today.

A Trip to the Other Side.

I'm not much of a drug user. Besides Vicodin or Ibuprofen for my knee, I typically don't resort to any type of drug. I've never enjoyed weed unless I have Dark Side of The Moon playing inside my house and I'm about to go to sleep. On Saturday, I was hanging out with a few friends who were making blunts and drinking. It was around 7 and it was a really boring Saturday. I was supposed to go to Spoke N Art but I didn't really care about it that much this time. After awhile, they put a movie on the projector. It was called "The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T"; some old Dr.Seuss flick from the 50's. A few of the blunts were being passed around so I was like, "Fuck it". Bad idea. Not being a chronic pot smoker, the drug took it's toll. I was so high, I couldn't move my neck to the point in which I thought it was going to snap off. My ears started ringing and after awhile, it felt like I fell into this pit of stars around me. I had lost recognition of where I was and who was next to me. Feeling sick to my stomach I closed my eyes. It was like being on that old acid trip. Losing control. Not knowing who you are. Out of a crack, I saw my friend's face. I told him "I feel sick". He asked me if I wanted water and of course I responded with a "yes". I saw him walk away and once again I fell into the daze. Noises. Flashing lights. The movie playing it's roller-skate dancing scenes. My friend came back with what appeared to be a massive jar of water. As soon as the first drop of water hit, I returned. I was just really high now. It was all good. I laid down in the floor. I checked my watch and it was 11. I began laughing and having a decent time. When the movie finished, I fell asleep. I woke up around 2, to find everyone else going to sleep. I was still high but good enough to go home. I grabbed my stuff and rolled on home. I was having time lapses but I was telling myself that I was good. I just had to get home. After a few red lights, stop signs and dark neighborhoods I was finally at square 1. I was glad to be in my bed, with my pillows and blanket. I learned a lesson. Never be under the influence when you don't feel comfortable. It will be a bad ride.