It seems she made the mistake of doing a hit of acid while in her Macroeconomics class.
Long story short the various curves and graphs were dancing about. Her professor turned into a hound dog and a few other things were going on. She ended up having to leave as the trip was starting to turn bad.
I like to tell the story of my roommates bad trip when I was a much younger man living in Charlotte, NC. I have to admit I embellish it a bit. We did not after all, find him naked in the closet crying but we did find him in the closet.
I've had my chances to take LSD. I'm not telling if I did or didn't. Generally speaking I don't see where the fun is in drugs. Sure, I've done some things like smoke pot and have gone to enough concerts to see the music as colors but alcohol has always been my drug of choice.
Alcohol consumption, at least, you can control to a great extent.
Case in point, I was at some show up in the mountains of North Carolina, I could not even tell you who was playing; but I will say this. I was miserable the whole weekend. I was so miserable I never went to another festival. Anyhow, some moron decides to throw up right in front of me. He bends down and picks the shrooms out of his yack and then then re-eats them.
Dude! Fuck That!
No mushrooms for me.
I'm always amused when people find out that I toured with the Grateful Dead for a summer, or am a paid and published writer (although I've not submitted anything to anyone in forever and a day). Or experimented with drugs, sex or other things. Or that I was treated for depression for over a year.
I am, first and foremost, an explorer at heart.
I will admit however that there are certain aspects to our relationship that I had to leave behind because of her stroke. Parts that I miss and understand that I will never get back.
That I have explored the various religious texts of the world and visited Buddhist temples, Indian temples and prayed in the Tian Shan mountains. Where, according to Taoist legends, one can find immortality.
I still believe in God, I'm not not sure if religion is correct. Or if it's possible to have a personal relationship with God. I'm sure my beliefs are evolving and will continue to revolve. For now, I call myself a Pastafarian.
All these memories and more came flooding back as I talked to a girl that was old enough to be my daughter. Mistakes? No.
You're going to have good ones. You're going to have bad ones. Your going to have your heart broke.
I didn't envy her youth.....but I do miss it to a great extent. When the next adventure was always around the corner and things like "worrying about your retirement" and "how will I pay for this kitchen remodel?. were not even blips on the radar yet.
I thought of Jack Kerouac. "Live, love, travel, bless....and don't be sorry."