Absinthe:
Well my first time with absinthe was an interesting one. I started off with just a bit of it in a glass, deciding it probably best to make the slow progression. At first, I didn't really feel that much, but after a period of time I began to feel the effects of the hallucination. Everything became skewed, and along with the high alcohol content, I began to see things that weren't actually there, my mind slowed to an extent that somehow balanced the effects of intoxication between the two chemicals.
After the first 20-30 minutes of talking to Tony the Tiger, I decided it was time to make my way to the other side of the room to talk to the leprechaun from all of those wonderful lucky charms advertisements (if you haven't realized that I'm bullshitting all of this by now, please, read on... as I will inevitably lose all motivation to continue with this mindless facade). After a while, I began to realize that this wasn't a leprechaun at all, rather, it was the fabled green fairy for which this murky liquid had been nicknamed. We had a long conversation about the existential ramifications of a religious view based purely off of humanistic intent to control the masses through circular arguments of little importance, as well being one resulting in a financially dependent relationship giving way to the continued existence of such diluded views.
The adventure was thoroughly more interesting still, as I subsequently drank more and more, my liver soon talking to me and informing me that I should probably stop. Never being one to take no for an answer, I coaxed my liver into processing the remaining quart of precious fluid into my system, as I was pitted into a drunken rage that lasted, as far as I can stipulate, the rest of the night.
I woke up the next morning, next to a goat... thankfully I was fully clothed. I waltzed on toward the sunset, like any good exiting character should... this lasted until the sun set and I realized I was lost and in the boonies.
Congrats, I just wasted a couple minutes of your time.
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"You had a tough day at the office, so you come home, make yourself some dinner, smother your kids, pop in a movie; maybe a have a drink. It's fun, right? ...wrong.
...don't smother your kids."
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