Sideways

Frank A. Fiorello; peace, love, and a loaded gun.

Experiencing a shift in perception, I appreciate the effects of this substance. A blend of intense pleasure and mental confusion engulfs my being, purging my spirit while propelling my consciousness through obscurity into illumination and back again.

The morning hours saw a dramatic shift in events, stemming from a tiny white line that rapidly evolved into a state of intense excitement. Prior to this, it was a rather ordinary Friday afternoon, with hot weather but a refreshing breeze in August.

As I commenced a longer-than-expected rail journey, I had intended to complete it efficiently and promptly return to my work. However, I was distracted by a nearby passenger with a lustful gaze, a woman with a curvaceous figure and unruly hair, who seemed tempted by unbridled passion.

I elevated my demeanor to meet the situation with unwavering enthusiasm. Determined to let beverages and rapid transportation carry me away. The initial stop at the railroad station took an unanticipated turn. Dripping down, falling upon my palate and cognitive faculties like droplets of acid precipitation. Onward to the next destination; let me indulge in another beverage and become absorbed in the continually evolving conversational subjects alongside my attractive travel companion.

In a tumultuous wave of unbridled passion, our bodies entwined with an air of mystery and violence, from line to line. Amidst the darkness of the rail car, our encounters are both erotic and intoxicating, binding us together like an enigmatic force.

Psyches intertwined, emotions aflare, madness and maniacal laughter ensue. Night watch, inner eye agape, ethereal apparitions dance with wild abandon. Peering through a looking glass, silhouettes dance with carefree abandon, others slink menacingly into darkness.

I admonish myself to remain composed, sweating profusely in bed. The silence echoes with self-interrogation. Oddly, delight mingles with my anguish, and I am aware of the potent drug's hold on my consciousness.

As the sun rose above the horizon, birds sang the morning songs; but guilt and regret often follow a night of excess in the drug culture. I, however, am no deviant threat to anyone; I simply enjoy my leisurely journey with the recreational activities of my choice.

As I complete the editing of these thoughts, I look back on yesterday's experiences with a deep sense of fondness, excitement, and gratitude for having made it back from the edge once again. The next experience of the great unknown awaits, and I am ready to embrace it with enthusiasm and appreciation.