A Sunny Friday Morning in the Suburbs

I prescribe to the theory of random taking of hallucinogenic drugs, there's no use planning, that would just fuck it up... and so there was no rhyme or reason as to why the decision was made that morning other than it was a fine and sunny day with a lovely blue sky with soft and sporadic white clouds. I pulled out the coffee grinder and tossed in some mushrooms, hit the button, listened to the whir and zip, poured out my dust, spread some peanut butter on crackers and filled a pint glass with water, sprinkled the dust over the cracker and chewed as fast as i could to avoid that lovely taste which i cannot stand but which i endure in order to get where i need to go.

I wasn't planning on going far today, i just wanted to take the mind for a walk not a run, to stretch it out a bit, not a heroic dose but enough say, to get me to lunch. So i ate one cracker, then two.. contemplated a third but somehow settled on half, then i got on with things, doing dishes and sweeping floors while i waited... and then there it was, that faint metallic taste that comes with the first onset of the psilocybin, i hadn't had that taste or this feeling in close to a decade but with the first gentle wave a huge grin broke across my face, i took a deep breath and admired the world around me,  i took a long pull from my water bottle, welcome back to reality i thought and walked over to the record player and popped on some vinyl...

The next few hours were spent ambling about the house, i did what i would normally do in the morning it's just that it was different, waves of bliss, there is nothing quite like a good deep breath while mother nature washes over you, there is nothing like that first piss on mushrooms that is the closest the male will ever get to an extended orgasm, i had forgotten how many doors these little bits of fungus opened and my mind both wandered and raced and was filled with ideas and memories and meanings lost and found. I made a cup of green tea and sat in the sun and listened to the breeze, closed my eyes and heard all that was moving about around me. I went inside and put on a record and sprawled out on the rug, my little white cat laying next to me and purring happily away as she rubbed her head on my hand, i watched the ceiling and the colors and the shapes that shifted in and out, there was a distinct sense of peace and an overwhelming feeling of love when the boyos or Pops drifted into my thoughts...

And by noon it had begun to wind down. And since it was a fine sunny day i pulled on some work pants and headed out into the scrub and brush that was creeping over the fence in the backyard. It's the kind of work i normally put off until i absolutely have to do it but on this day i took to my task with concentration and effort and purpose. It was tough work and i can honestly say on the normal afternoon i'd have quit after about half an hour but today the head had been cleared, i worked and worked and a few hours went by and i could see the progress, i relished the physicality of the work, the cuts and scrapes from thorns and branches and vines, the sweat pouring off me as the sun climbed directly above me in the still leafless trees, it was a morning of thought that gave way to an afternoon of work and as i cleaned up the debris both body and mind felt refreshed and relaxed.

It would turn out to be yet another one of spring's false starts but on this night the warm air hug around, the sort of night that has always held some strange fascination for me, in my youth it represented action, it meant the promise of women and wine or more correctly girls and cheap beer, it meant good music and coming home as the birds woke up. This night would find me at the Clubhouse, the music loud, the conversation lively and the beers cold, the ganja being passed freely and often, it was a just another warm and pleasant Friday night in the suburbs and as the night wound down and  i took my leave to handshakes and hugs i walked through the dewy grass and got in my car, the sleeping houses silent, in the car with the music on i drove like a grandmother, cruising slowly up and down streets just to feel the night air and grin at what a lovely day it had been, the mind still wandering along beside me and the remnants of a shit-eating grin still etched on my face...