a superclassico day!
Sunday 7 December 2003. The story begins at 4pm, or maybe cause that it is exactly the time when, let us call them, Tomax and Xamot began to slowly chew on the magic Thai mushrooms. 4pm is etched in their memory because they were interested to see how long the magic would last and it was the last time they would be aware of the sense of time.
That typical lazy Sunday began with an invitation to a party somehwere in the north side of london at some rich girl's house and excitement regarding the superclassico game between Barcelona and Real Madrid. The excitement was raised to a new level when Tomax had found an ad for magic mushrooms (champignon, as the french say) legally being sold at the Portobello Market. Hence, the adventure begins.
The plan was very simple. Tomax and Xamot would go to the market (find it first), purchase enough mushrooms for 5-6 guys, pick up some weed, come back home, endulge in the newly acquired vegetables and herbs, head to the party and enjoy the football match there. Perfect, sounds simple as I said.
The journey began with nothing to write about, except for a long walk and search it took to find the fuckin stall selling the shrooms. After a long walk, and nothing to eat since the morning, the stall was finally upon them. There was a short line of 6-7 people, from an old man to a young couple. Tomax and Xamot checked out what was for sale, asked a few questions and were ready to go with 5 seperate bags each filled with 10 grams of Thai shrooms.
As they were hurrying back to get home, Tomax stopped and asked Xamot, "Man, what if these things dont really do anything?". They ponder for a while as they walk to the tube and decide, fuck it, they should try some before they get home. However, they made it clear that if they start feeling anything to not take the tube under any circumstances whatsoever because it would just be too trippy.
They swallowed a few bits down with some orange juice because it tasted like dirt. They decided to start walking home. 10-15 minutes passed and Xamot looked at Tomax, "Do you feel waht im feeling?" The giggling began and in a state of stupidity, they decide to take the tube!!
The next destination was to get the weed. Our two adventurers head down the tube station via the escalators. They reach a tube map. Stand their for a few minutes. Go back up the escalator. Reach another map and stand their for a few minutes. Go back down the escalator... 20 or 2 minutes may have passed before they finally made it to the right side. As the train approaches, and they begin to walk in, a yound lady begins to hop up and down like a bunny rabbit screaming and then abruptly sits back down. Tomax sees this and immediatly asks Xomat "What the hell was that?" "Did you see that too?, was she happy that the train finally came?" Till this day, neither one of them knew exactly what had happened.
Aboard the train, Xamot has his hand on the over head rail. He suddenly begins to feel that his hand is still but his arm is twisting around. He begins to laugh hysterically and evrything around him looks in a shade of purple. Sitting beside them are two little boys that are twins and speaking Italian. The two boys look very well groomed and are with their mother. In front of them, sits a black girl all decked out in camouflage gear but is wearing a tiny little hat with her huge afro sticking out from underneath. Her huge afro looked like mickey mouse's head.
They finally reached their destination and found themselves on Baker St. It suddenly began to feel very cold and they were both shivering as they were waiting for the weed delivery man. As they were waiting, Tomax saw a family of afghans, a father, a mother and their two sons in full national dress walking in a straight line into the tube station. They looked like they had just stepped out of kandahar and crossed the tora bora mountains. The delievry boy finally arrived and they all exchanged a few jokes and words. The delivery boy began to walk away and yelled out "Have a nice trip boys.."
Tomax and Xamot made it back home. They walked into the living room and began to notice that all the furniture had been rearranged and that the walls were painted yellow. There was much confusion and laughter. Tomax then went to the bathroom to take a piss. As he was standing, the four walls of the bathroom began to get closer and closer. Tomax stretched his arms out to stop the walls from closing in but he also had to control his piss.
Xamot suggested that Tomax roll a joint and they settle down from all the crazy things that had happened. Tomax began to roll the j but was struggling so much becuase he couldnt determine the size of the roach. He kept asking Xamot "Is this roach long enough, I cant tell?" After 30 minutes, the beautiful herbal essence was in the air and the boys were relaxed. Xamot played an amazing mix of 'Papa was a rolling stone' and Tomax began to sin in his chair deeper and deeper into the ground.
To be continued...................................
posted by Philosopher's Stoned @ 3:52 AM
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