A bunch of them were living in a classic modern middle class neighborhood. The students had rented a three bedroom house and were sharing as young people often do when they’re trying to get established, go to school, work, and hustle.
Someone scored some Peyote and everyone was up for trying it. They prepared the buttons which were about the size of a quarter. They looked like dried up baby navels with a fuzzy ring around the perimeter.
They made the tea, but ended up just chewing the nasty things up. They knew why they were doing this. They wanted to get high and have the religious experiences that they had heard about from some of their friends. They knew they might get sick or experience queasiness. They accepted this as part of the experience.
They listened to some quiet music and smoked some weed while waiting to come on. People were in various parts of the house, but at some point they all came together in the living room to discuss their impending trips. One girl took off all her clothes and within minutes everyone else had followed suit. No one wanted clothing touching their skin as they began to feel the psychedelic effects.
They remained nude for hours working on various projects. Kristie was working on her giant collage which filled an entire wall in the living room. She had bought two boxes of antiquated National Geographic magazines from the Goodwill and was sorting through them picking out pictures for her latest creation. She had photos of everything from surfers to airstream trailers to giant Redwoods to African game and Middle East tribesmen.
She called her creation “America” and glued a large photo of the American flag in the center. None of her housemates could understand the title given her choice of images. They all spent quite a bit of time pondering the project in their dazed state.
One couple went off to their private quarters to have a coital interaction. Another couple decided to take a bath. Someone took the Guinea pigs out of their cage. It was amusing to watch them as they investigated the perimeter of the living room and squealed in a combination of fear and delight, but they were pooping all over the place. It was all very amusing.
Kristie continued working on her collage not heeding the goings on around her. The coital couple had finished their romp. He came out to get a drink of water, prick still dripping and throbbing while his partner lay writhing on the bed like a cat in heat.
The couple in the bathroom were splashing water everywhere until it began to run down the hallway. They didn’t care and continued their frolic.
At some point everyone congregated in the living room. They had been tripping for hours and there was no sign of coming down. They lit some candles, smoked some more weed, talked, and listened to music until the wee hours. People finally fell asleep helter skelter around the house…
When they woke up the next morning, the Guinea Pigs had made a nest under the couch, water was still standing in the bathroom and down the hall, and everyone had had sex with someone. No one got sick. It was a nice trip.
(First Published 2/27/11)
