4-tracks and a microphone
School was out for the next two-and-a-half months, meanin’ I had to keep myself busy doing whatever I could lest the wife put me to work around the house. Couldn’t have that, so I decided to pick up a guitar and start learnin’ me some chords out in the shop. I would tinker a bit …
PIckin’s were a bit slim that night in terms of entheogenic material, but Uncle Dave got ahold of some mescaline microdots from some skater kids down in Cortez. We ate a couple as early as we could, since they take a good long while to start comin’ up. We brought the Ouija board, the planchette …
We had to wait ‘til Friday before we could try givin’ them boys a call. I knew it required getting way deep into somethin’ heavy, and I couldn’t be missing any more of my classes. School district had been pretty lenient, all things considered. Especially after that incident in Towaoc. But ain’t no one can …
It was a quiet drive home to the bean fields. Uncle Dave and I just sucked on them Natty Ice’s one after another without sayin’ a word until we got to Bayfield where we stopped and brushed our teeth in the park. Uncle Dave spat, looked over at me and asked, “Hey, Ollie; You think …
Once we got over Wolf Creek we decided to pull over and sleep off the Robo. There were enough hours left before the show, and we could still make Pueblo by about 4. So no reason to struggle against the syrup, just hopin’ a deer didn’t jump out in front of us and damage the …
We ain’t really learned nothing about who these boys were ‘til Uncle Dave and I broke out the Ouija board one night in the cemetery. It was a Friday, after the basketball finished up. Mancos done whipped our ass real good, but that was to be expected, what with that big Samoan kid they had. …
This terminal madness came to light thanks to a pint of Hot 100 and a jimson weed cigar I smoked one Tuesday night in the parking lot of the Cork and Bottle liquor store down in Cortez, CO. I had decided to visit the big city on a lark, maybe catch a movie, and next …