Loves Last Chapter Pt 04

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There was a stirring in the pile of bodies. By some dint of effort, I opened my eyes, finding the room still under night's soft blanket, punctured by city lights creeping in through the window. My limbs felt rough and heavy, my mind sluggish. And yet, someone was unmistakably awake, and moving, while I felt pain in my joints and my mouth was dry and sticky. Well. It seemed the quartet was awake now, though for what purpose, I couldn't imagine.

I reached for my phone, turning it on to check the time and have a small amount of light. 5:47 AM. God, these early mornings were killing me. I saw Yoshi and Delilah slide out of bed, enter the bathroom in turn, and come out to begin packing up the few things they had brought. Tomoko was awake now, as well. "Hey..." she called, gently. "What are you guys doing up so early?" I wondered if she felt as absolutely beat to shit as I did.

Delilah supplied the answer. "Well... we've got to go to the bus station this morning. We're headed back to Seattle for a while. Sorry, we should have said so last night. But I'm sure we'll see you again. Seattle ain't that big."

Tomoko yawned and stretched luxuriously. I watched her tits rise and fall in the dim light. "I guess you're right. Well... do you want to, like, swap numbers or something? Or you can just write yours down, and we'll text you ours?"

Delilah put her panties and skirt on. "Oh... no, that won't be necessary. We'll meet again without calls or texts." I blinked. Was this all a dream? I must still be asleep, I thought. That doesn't make any sense. Tomoko looked just as confused. But before either of us could ask what she meant, Delilah turned away from us and towards Yoshi and called out to him.

"Yo, boyfriend... where's the magic bag?" Yoshi looked up at her, obviously still sleepy. He picked his jeans up off the floor and pulled a small black bag out of the back pocket. It looked like a wallet, with a zippered opening. He unzipped it, and took out a plastic bag full of... no, it couldn't be...

Yoshi took out a small sheet of thick paper, about two and a half inches wide and two and a half inches tall, perforated into quarter-inch by quarter-inch squares, each with the image of a key printed on it. A full sheet. He had at least six or seven more in his bag.

"Is that-" I began.

"It is." He answered, and handed it to me. I looked at it in awe.

In my hands was one hundred doses of LSD.

"Bro, you can't-"

"I can. And I did." I couldn't believe it. Was he really just giving this to us? It was worth at least five hundred bucks. Maybe a thousand if a dealer got a little greedy. Two thousand wasn't outside the realm of possibility. I didn't feel worthy, but Yoshi insisted that he wanted me to have it. "To keep you in touch with the real world," he said, cryptically.

Delilah and Yoshi continued to get dressed, and we said our goodbyes, and without even sharing a post-orgy breakfast, they had left. I felt dumbfounded. These two had waltzed into our vacation, had a wild foursome with us, and then left before the sun even rose. And they'd left us with hundreds of dollars worth of acid. But despite the seemingly incomprehensible nature of these two companions, there was another thought fighting for space in my head: I was tired, thirsty, sore, and rapidly racing towards a nasty hangover. I looked at Tomoko, who looked exactly like It was almost six in the morning after she'd been up all night drinking whiskey, smoking pot, fucking, and sucking cock. We regarded each other.

"Water," we said in unison.

I got us two glasses of water. We both chugged them down in one long draught, and I dutifully refilled them. These second glasses were set down on our bedside tables while each of us crawled back under our covers. I decided to address the elephant in the room.

"Last night might just be the most insane night of my life. I just want to to put that out there. Like, that was straight up group-fucking, partner-swapping, public indecency." I sipped my water. "It may also have been those fun I've ever had in my life. But I can't get away from the fact that I feel a little strange about it, too."

Tomoko considered this. "Yeah... me too... and this morning just made it even more strange. They're sure they'll see us? But, like... no phone numbers, nothing? I don't get it. I hope they don't mean they're just gonna come looking for us."

"And leaving us with a full sheet of acid is... not normal."

"No, that's like... that's, like, kind of sketchy, right? What kind of people have so much acid they can just give it away to borderline strangers like that?"

"Usually people who have some deep connections to some *very* far-out people. Like, true-believer acid evangelists like you got at grateful dead concerts in the sixties. I didn't think there were too many people still on the bus like that anymore."

"They seem kind of far-out themselves. Anyway... Let's talk about it a bit later. I am fucking exhausted. Every single part of me is just...like, dead."

"Fucking hear that," I answered. We turned our alarms off and let sleep take us once more. It was ten-thirty when my eyes opened again, four and a half hours later. The extra sleep had done well, but I was brutally hungry. I suggested it was worth our while to just order delivery to the hotel, and so we made pigs of ourselves in the privacy of our room. We felt all the better for it.

To our surprise, the sun had actually fought it's way through the clouds that day, perfect for our plan to hike Mount Tabor. It allegedly would be about a half hour's bike ride, and the open question was whether or not to enhance the experience with a dose each of the gift we'd gotten. Ultimately - and, honestly, with very little serious deliberation - we decided that we would be the biggest losers in Oregon if we didn't dose up, under the circumstances. And so, we melted our tongues with one small, colorful square each. And onto our bicycles we hopped, thrilled about our day's plans, and a little nervous about what was in store for us.

Acid, I had to admit, even with forty or fifty trips under my belt, was always tense in the beginning. It was a difficult drug to predict. It did not guarantee euphoria, like ecstasy. It distorted reality, and amplified whatever thoughts and feelings were rattling around in your brain. It lasted much longer than most drugs. It could be a peaceful, blissful ten hours - or a nightmare ride on a train to hell. The difference between the two extremes? YOU. Your situation. Your mental fortitude. The company you kept. And if the acid was unfamiliar, a new batch, and you didn't know how strong it was, the nerves were that much more intense.

As we approached the mountain - really more of a large hill - the very first tingles ran up my spine. I felt excited, emotional, and a little uneasy out in public. There was a small convenience store just by the entrance to the park. I went in, and quickly bought two pairs of sunglasses, one for each of us. Putting them on, I instantly felt better.

"Always better to have hater-blockers on..." I muttered.

"Hater-blockers?"

"Oh, yeah... My ex-girlfriend from way back in college, she had this friend, she'd always call sunglasses 'hater-blockers' because she decided nobody could hate her if they couldn't see her eyes. Worked wonders for her self-esteem, and I picked up the habit, I guess."

"Alright, alright, I'm with you then. I sure as hell don't need any haters right now."

The walk through Mount Tabor was gorgeous. The blue sky, the green foliage, the snowy peaks of the Oregon cascades in the distance - it was like walking around in a painting. The acid began to make it's presence known. Colors were brighter, sounds were deeper, and my thoughts flowed along different paths than they usually would. Tomoko and I both had goofy grins plastered on our faces. We ambled down a trail, enjoying the scenery and the weather and talking about psychedelic nonsense.

I held Tomoko's hand, and the acid played the usual trick of making things seem both close and distant at the same time. Her hand and my hand felt shared, but also like my arms were three miles long. When I looked up, prismatic rainbows were cascading through layers of leaves above us, and purple and green fractals began to appear in the sky. Suddenly, a thought occurred - a shout from my fleeting sobriety - this was good shit. Like, really good. How long ago had we dosed? I couldn't remember. Thirty minutes on the bikes, then how long at the park? Thirty more minutes? An hour? Five minutes? I couldn't keep track. A stellar's jay landed on the branch of a western red cedar in front of me. It eyed me judgementally. It absolutely knew we were up to no good. I stared back at it defiantly.

Tomoko was gazing out into the far distance, at the mountainous horizon to the east. I joined her in gazing. The the fractals in the sky were becoming more defined, and the jagged peaks seemed to be bending, spinning, and dancing as we stared. The longer we stared, the more they moved. Waves of color seemed to flow through them. We were sitting on a bench, but I had no recollection of ever sitting down on it. Time was further and further from us.

The stellar's jay flew away, leaving a trail of blue smoke. Jesus, I thought. This trip is going to be crazy. I couldn't tell how long it had been since we'd dosed, but I knew we were still coming up. I looked at Tomoko. Her grin had faded. She was still staring at the mountains, but her vibe had decidedly changed. She was feeling overwhelmed, I could tell. Truth be told, I was, too. But I had to stay focused, as best I could. I had to be the rock. I had to be able to pull the two of us back to reality if I needed to.

We were walking now. I don't remember getting up from the bench, but there we were, clearly walking... I couldn't tell if we were going uphill or downhill. Fractals started to appear on every surface, and my mind distorted them into familiar shapes, which then were covered in fractals, which my mind distorted into familiar shapes - the endless cycle of LSD.

Let me try to explain, for those of you who've not had the pleasure of a powerful psychedelic experience. There's a bit of a kaleidoscope-effect of colorful, geometric patterns. Familiar shapes emerge from the patterns, themselves morphing and shifting under the same kaleidoscope-effect. New shapes emerge. It's like your imagination is interfering with reality. Some branches and leaves begin to look like a chameleon, then the patterns on the chameleon's skin resemble a ship, and then the ship's sails resemble clouds, and - well, you get the idea, it just keeps going, on every single thing you look at. It gets deep enough that you just can't tell what's real and what's your mind distorting things. It's thrilling in some ways, frightening in others.

"Babe..." I heard a distance voice come from beside me. "Babe... I... need... to... go... home..." Oh no. Was Tomoko ok? "Babe... I... hotel..." Oh man. It didn't sound like it. I looked at her. She seemed to be made of stars - at least, that's the best way I can describe her - and had sprouted some gorgeous antlers. Her eyes were infinitely deep. I asked her if she was ok. I could hear no words, but I felt emotional waves coming from her that seemed distressed. I thought about it. We had no chance of cycling home like this. Fuck it. Get the bikes tomorrow, or later tonight, take an uber home. First, get off the mountain somehow...

"Babe... home..." the voice came again. It must have been Tomoko's voice, but it sounded like it was coming from inside my own head, bouncing around and echoing in a vast space. I looked at Tomoko again. Her antlers had fallen off, which made me sad. She now wore a Native American headdress made from purple and green crystalline feathers. I snapped myself out of the trip for a second, long enough to notice it was too much for her to be out here in public. Everything was... too fast. Or too slow? Or maybe too deep.

"OK, babe... I'll get us home. Don't worry." She put her arms around me. It was the sort of hug a frightened child gives a parent, not a lover's hug.

"Protect me, babe. There's so many of them, I'm scared."

"I'll die to protect you, my love," I reassured her. So many of what? That was when I realized I really needed to get her out of the woods, out of public. The trip was getting stronger and stronger. I took out my phone. Wow, look at all those lights... No service. Fuck. We'd have to keep going down. Tomoko was starting to struggle with walking, and hell, it wasn't easy for me, either. The ground was distorted and uneven.

Were there other people around? It was hard to say. Shadows in the forest. They might be fellow hikers. They might not. I didn't dare look right at them. Wait. Were the shadows what Tomoko was frightened of? I wasn't sure. I kept my arms around her, trying my best to guide her back the way we came. I could feel the trees, with their ancient wisdom, laughing at us. We were only two small beings who meddled with powerful forces. The vibes were getting dark. Or wait, was the day just getting dark? No way, I thought, that we'd been out here for that long.

I checked my phone again. Thank God, service. The icons swam around my screen, but after some real effort, I had called an uber. We had ten minutes. I hoped we'd make it. The spirits of the forest seemed to keep laughing and mocking us, I felt embarrassed, until...

A green and purple glow appeared out of nowhere. It was on our path, seeming to beckon me to move towards it. Was it real? In my imagination? Both at once? I wasn't sure. I stared at it, either with my eyes, or my mind's eye. It felt calm. Peaceful. Happy, and loving. I moved towards it. The dark vibes of the previous moments felt suddenly distant, unimaginable, unrelatable. The sky had certainly darkened, I thought, but my mood no longer matched it. I was still holding Tomoko, who now had a golden halo shimmering above her head. The glowing cloud of purple and green was still in front of me, and still I went towards it. I did not know why.

There was another sudden change. I was no longer in the forest. I was on a sidewalk, with cars driving by, and although things were still psychedelic, and distorted, the acid was no longer overwhelming. It was no longer in charge. We had made it out of the forest. Our uber was parked in front of us, somehow, waiting to take us back into blessed privacy.

"You folks call the uber?" A voice asked us. I looked at the driver. He was surrounded by the same aura, the green and purple cloud, that had guided us out of the mountains. He was older, balding, with a long gray beard. He had a tie-dye t-shirt on over cargo shorts and birkenstocks. His eyes were a piercing blue.

"Uh... yeah..." I heard myself say. There was a pause.

"You folks alright?"

"Yeah, yeah..." we got in. The grateful dead were playing inside the car. It was, as always, exactly the music you need when you're tripping. I felt more safer, more peaceful. But I was tripping very hard. Every surface I looked at was a kaleidoscope that seemed to exist partially in my imagination and partially in reality. I looked at Tomoko. As far as I could make out, she seemed very much in her own world. Hell, her own solar system. A voice traveled into my ears.

"There's water in the back of the seat, man." I may have answered him. The water swished around my mouth like an ocean crashing around a cave. It felt vast. Tomoko too took a long drink.

We must have looked pretty out of it. The car seemed to be flying through space at terrific speeds, but then we didn't seem to be moving any differently from the other cars on the road. The sky was dark now. But it was only the afternoon? I couldn't understand it. Although the vibe inside the car felt reassuring, to an extent, you can only be so reassured when you're losing the ability to tell when your eyes are open and when they're shut. There wasn't much of a difference between the two.

The driver must have been trying to tell us something. I couldn't hear him clearly through the acid. He repeated himself. "You guys are going to be alright if you stick together... take care of each other..."

"Take care of each other?" I asked.

"That's right. There's a storm coming," he said.

"A storm?" It sounded foreboding.

"A hard rain's a-gonna fall, man. You'd better stay dry. Keep your umbrella close, you know what I mean?"

"I... think so?" The driver turned up the music as Eyes of the World started.

The car wasn't moving now. I got worried. Was there trouble? Did the car break down? The sky was dark and there was a terrible rumbling from overhead. No, wait, wait a minute - we were back at the hotel. A thunderstorm was rolling in. That's all. Oh my God, I had been freaking out for nothing.

I led Tomoko into the hotel. She seemed beyond speech, seemed to have been beyond speech for some time. The elevator ride seemed to take hours. Hours, enclosed in a small space, terrified that someone might see us, unable to hold our faces steady. But luck was with us. We made it to our floor, and to our room - our sanctuary - at long last. I closed the door behind us.

Tomoko and I looked at each other. She was wild-eyed, looking around nervously. Her pupils were enormous. I was in outer space myself, but still, I asked her if she was ok. She looked at me, barely comprehending, or so I thought. Then, suddenly, she began to take her clothes off. Her skin was an infinite array of impossibly complex patterns, morphing and shifting, changing colors and glowing. She stood before me, now completely nude, and repeating a single word:

"Drums. Drums. Drums! DRUMS!" She turned to look at me, now totally nude, standing in our hotel room. "DRUMS!" I was a little worried about her. "PLAY THE DRUMS! Babe... the drums..." she wailed. She wanted... music?

I took out my phone, and navigated through the swirling pinwheel fractals to youtube, and found some shamanistic drumming videos. The rhythm felt powerful, intense... suddenly focusing my energy... and Tomoko started to dance. A wild, tribal dance. "Babe," she called to me. "The jungle! The jungle is everything! I am the jungle, I am everything, The jungle is everything, come to the jungle, babe..." Her eyes were shut as she danced to the deep reverberations of the drums. She came towards me, and touched my chest. And I understood. Suddenly, I too knew that to wear clothes here was sacrilege. I was treading upon holy ground. I tore off my clothes, and joined the dance.

I began to feel the drum beat going deeper and deeper into my consciousness, my heart, my soul. I opened myself to it. And soon, I too began to see the jungle. Dark, primitive, teeming with life. I was not dancing on carpet. I was dancing on the mossy floor of the forest. The walls were not plain, brown walls. They were endless expanses of bark and leaf. The ceiling was the twinkling night sky. And all of these things were one another, and they were all me, and I was all of them, both at this moment, and at all moments, and...

I looked down at my hands. They looked back at me. I looked back up at Tomoko. Her hair had become leaves and sticks, growing out of her head. We moved towards each other, slowly, still entranced by the dance. We kissed each other. There was no self-consciousness, no thought whatsoever except for intimacy and pleasure. We kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with wild abandon.