The First Two Weeks

The first time I saw myself I was had been driving along listening to some Maiden while sucking down a fat joint the size of a magic marker. I had spent the night before balls deep in a acid trip that was the result of four drops of the cleanest stuff I'd ever seen. I had spent that entire day wandering around the woods behind my house looking for gnomes. I was pretty sure they were running the whole world behind the scenes and my proof lay in that they were so good at what they did that they were never seen. It made sense at the time.
So when I saw myself riding a bike down the street I thought maybe I still had some of that acid running through my head. Maybe it was some sort of residual after effect. Like those flashbacks DARE teachers were always telling us about in middle school. Maybe I had been mistaken, maybe it wasn't me but just some schmuck who resembled me in a vague way. Acid has a way of tricking you. You think its just seeing things that aren't there, but it goes deeper than that. Your brain actually thinks things by itself. So I chalked it up as being high and strung out so I continued on my drive, sucking down that sticky doob, and humming along to Running Free.
All the while I did not notice the changes that were around me. A road now fully developed with cookie cutter houses painted in light colors like the clothes out of a LL Bean catalog. This road however was lined with trees. The shade was palpable. I pulled another toke of that joint, the cherry glowing brighter than anything around me, so much so that it obstructed my view of the road and I almost crashed my car into a cow standing in the middle of the road. But it wasn't a road at all. It was a field and there were cows everywhere. Was I so stoned that I drove right into someones pasture? Was that even possible? I mean, I was really stoned. The kind of high where I feel out of place and awkward. I almost feel too stoned.
I got out of the car to survey my surroundings. I was definitely in a field. No sign of the road either. I looked behind my car and the field was churned up by the tires. The tracks went back for about twenty feet than just stopped. Almost as if I just appeared here. I felt for sure that I was deep in a acid trip and any minute now police would show up and lock me for driving while crazy. Though no one showed up. I could see a small house way up the hill from where I sat, but other than that the only sign of civilization was the stone wall the surrounded the field.

to be continued....when I am more awake.