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2007-03-26 19:40:52 ET Saturday was a very interesting night. Let me start off by saying that I have something of a talent for ferreting out hallucinogenic substances. Saturday night I found myself with four paper blotters of lucy. It came from berkley, and I'd heard great things about berkley orange juice. The four characters involved in this adventure will be referred to as Phirrip M, Phirrip A, Phirrip R, and myself. These are three very good friends of mine. I called Phirrip M, telling her about my situation and asking what she was up to. We decided that after I met up with a different friend i'd come pick her up. The original plan was for the two of us to eat two blotters each. After grabbing her, we headed to starbucks, where Phirrip A was about to get off of work. We tell her about what our plan is, and she expresses her desire to join us. Phirrip M decides to share with her, and she agrees to meet up with us once she gets off work. We head to our friend's house, to pass the time until Phirrip A gets out. Phirrip R comes by (she lives there) and I show her what I have. She asks if she can come. I'm skeptical at first, but she convinces me. The three of us (Phirrip M, Phirrip R, and myself) head over to my place. Shortly after Phirrip A came over. It was about 2 AM at this point, we wait 20 minutes or so, and then we each take one blotter. We sit around for a bit, myself and phirrip R painting while Phirrip M and A hang out and read or goof off. We decide to go for a walk at about 3:30. We begin feeling a little giddy, things look kind of fuzzy, but that's about it. We walk along the railroad tracks (far enough away to avoid any trouble) and myself and phirrip R were convinced that this would be the extent of the trip. We were so wrong. We came out to the street that connects to the tracks and turned right, walking back down towards my street. Right off my street and this main one is a middle school where I had a very odd experience during my first trip (walking home after school while tripping out I walked past a tree and it began talking to me, convincing me it was my long lost brother.) By the time the four of us reached this school we were TRIPPING BALLS. Seriously it was like we'd taken a LOT more than one hit each. I saw the tree, and once again it began talking to me, this time however I didn't see a face. We meandered around the school, walking around the perimeter. Phirrip R and myself both nearly hopped the fence a few times, but decided not to. Near the back of the school, where the field and P.E. area where we found a beat up soccer ball on the other side of the fence. This ball had all sorts of very very bizarre writing on it. Phirrip R managed to fit her arms through the fence and pull the ball close enough to look at. We had very poor lighting, and couldn't make out the symbols for the life of us. The conversation went something like this. Phirrip R: Is it korean? Does that look Korean to you guys? Phirrip M: No, maybe it's japanese? Myself: it's fucking gibberish you guys... Phirrip A: Who cares! Let's keep going! We continued a bit and found a poorly chained fence which we all squeezed through. Once on the field we ran around a bit, then sat down on the bleachers. Phirrip A wandered off to go find the soccer ball, Phirrip M left shortly after to find Phirrip A, and Phirrip R yelled "I need to piss!" A few minutes later I heard phirrip R yell "Hey cameron! Come here!!" I walked over and saw that she was sitting in the handball courts. sitting down in there made the sound of my ipod speakers amplify like a theatre, and we sat around for a bit. After 20 minutes or so I said "where are the other 2?" then, with a blank expression Phirrip R said "Woh... we've been here for a while huh?! let's go find them dude". We stood up, and saw phirrip A and M on the other side of the fence, outside of the school. They yelled "Find the ball! Where's the ball at?!" So phirrip R and I interpreted this to mean "We don't know where the ball went, go find it." We ran back to where we first saw it, and it wasn't anywhere to be seen. Confusion ensues: Myself: Where's the ball at? Do you see it?! Phirrip R: No man, I think it disappeared! Myself: Balls don't disappear... do they? Phirrip R: No... they don't... Myself: Maybe they hid the ball! Phirrip R: Yeah! Those fuckers hid the ball! Myself: Let's go find out. so we begin walking towards the gate. Phirrip R finds a small hole in the fence before the gate we got in through (ironically... You can find a hole, but not a soccer ball!?). I run back out onto the field for one last moment, feeling the urge to lay down on the grass. By now phirrip M and A have caught up. Phirrip R sits down on the field a few feet away, looks at me, and says "We couldn't find the ball, dude..." And this was, for some reason, hilarious. After a good 5 minutes of laughing uncontrollably we got up and left the school. Phirrip A yells something strange about getting the ball, which she placed by the original gate that we didn't leave through. We wander around my neighborhood, finally getting back to my house. Phirrip A won't let go of said soccer ball, for some reason being incredibly protective over it. The cid is STILL in full effect, and isn't showing any signs of slowing down. It's now about 5:30 am. We go inside my house, and turn on one of the lights to actually look at this ball. We spend a good 5 minutes attempting to decode it, with absolutely no luck. It seriously did say gibberish. Here, look for yourself.   The concept that we had invested so much time trying to decode absolutely nothing was once again absolutely hilarious. The ball was subsequently named "gibberish". We were all sitting around my place. Phirrip R and myself painting, Phirrip M and A looking at a book of kathe kollwitz's work. We are still laughing about the whole experience with the ball, finding it, not finding it, trying to decode it only to realize it's probably the scribbling of a bored 13 year old. Phirrip R says "I want to put the kanji symbol for "gibberish" on this painting. We begin talking about kanji tattoos, and phirrip R shows us hers (She has "toilet" and below that, "seat" tattooed on her left ass cheek). She then mentioned that one of the apprentices at the tattoo shop she works at and we all go to is doing a lot of free work for his friends, specifically kanji and logos and things along those lines. Stuff to just fill his portfolio. Conversation followed as such: Myself: We should totally get Mikey to tattoo "Gibberish" on us in kanji! Phirrip R: That would be cool! Phirrip M: I'd be down Myself: Hell yeah! Phirrip A: That would be cool, but where would we get it? Phirrip R: I might get mine on my back, or my leg Phirrip M: what about the hand? Phirrip A: No way, I can't do the hand. Myself: Guys, let's get it right behind our ear. That way you'll always have gibberish in your ear! Everyone agrees, and we begin talking back and forth about it as well as other things. Sun rises and we are STILL tripping balls. 7:00 am... Still frying. Visual halucinations have toned down a lot, but still experiencing auditory halucinations. Music sounds really good. We go to get coffee at around 8:30 am. We are still feeling the substance, but no longer hallucinating except for music still sounding great. We walk to the 7-11 right next to where phirrip R works at the tattoo shop. Hang out for a while, goof off. Phirrip R decides to draw this on my knuckles:  Phirrip R: Damn, it sucks that gibberish won't fit as a knuckle tattoo. Phirrip M: Yeah, gibbish doesn't really work... Myself: Yes it does, think about it. People will see gibbish and think "That doesn't make sense... it's gibberish". Phirrip A: Very punny... Later on in the day, after we all return to sobriety and go our seperate ways, I head over to the tattoo shop to look for a kanji symbol of "gibberish". There isn't ANYTHING, nothing even on the same lines (no nonsense, babel, gibberish, nothing). Phirrip R says "I think I'm just going to do "Ball" in kanji behind my ear, because the ball was the root of the experience. It's got the most meaning." I express how I really don't want "ball" in kanji tattooed behind my ear, and say how there HAS to be something else. Then i'm struck by an epiphany. Kanji works just like any other written language in the sense that if you have a word or symbol, and you add letters (or in kanji's case, lines) it's no longer the original word. If it doesn't become a different word, it literally turns into gibberish. Mikey, the artist, is psyched about doing the tattoo. It's probably going to happen tomorrow. I'm going to have gibberish at my ear at all times :) So I hope you enjoyed reading about my adventure. I'll post pictures of the tattoo when it gets done. As always, remember the saying: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all". |
