three of usbasically drove from Cincinnati to Reno, Nevada, without
sleeping. In the trunk we had 30 hits of acid,
an ounce of mushrooms, an ounce and a half of Cincinnati schwag, and a
few aspirin. We drove and drove and drove. Although we hit St.
Louis, Alley Springs, and Lawrence, we really
didnt sleep until Nevada.
Take it, Dirk...
Explication time, COME on!
We were a traveling pharmacy—take it, Dirk! Dirk?
I was not high. No.
I was not in Cincinnati. No.
I was a messiah. Yes.
We had been together . . . for quite a long time.
My nuns were getting restless.
I had insisted upon midgets.
As usual, the i-dentity of the I (and the we
when pluralistic impulses take over) in the above sentences has no stable
referent, being, in both cases, fictions contrived by William and Scott
in a bald attempt to force me to contribute more text (as
we so quaintly call it these days) to the Hypertext of The Unknownwhich
I will gladly do, once I get some sleep.
But before I do, let me clear up just a couple of things. Whether I am
a messiah or the leader of a sick, pathetic cult whose only purpose
to humiliate its pitiful adherents and divest them of all their worldly
goods is a matter of debate, Ill
admit, but all I ask is a fair hearing, an open-minded consideration
of all the relevant evidence, and blind
acceptance (ha, ha; just joking on that last one, at least the blind
partho, ho, ho, just joking again!) of what I learned on my most
recent pilgrimage to the West Coast, my somewhat truncated 40 days in
the wilderness. And about the drugs . . . o.k., Ill admit the trunk
of my car contained enough controlled substances
to warrant severe punishment by the consciousness police (i.e., your
dollars at work regulating the boundaries of perception)enough
to incarcerate, indefinitely, both me and my sainted mother (who accompanied
me on the first leg of the journey). However, the presence of such substances
should in no way discredit the insights . . . encountered? generated?
stolen? Finally, I forgive William and Scott for wanting to leach a few
of my miles and pretend they experienced them firsthand, but lets
face it, Ive sworn to do what I can to protect humankind from
its own frailties, and so how can I allow William
and Scott to be besmirched
by their misguided attempts to link
themselves with the mundane gospel about to