mary walked slowly down the basement steps. i was ahead of her but she but she still felt a little nervous about the darkness below. "this is creepy," she whispered to me. "dont be scared." i turned to assure her. "we have to do this in secret. no one ever comes down here."
mary could believe that. she followed behind trying not to hear the creepy sounds from below or see the cobwebs up above. when they finally reached the basement, they had to walk down a long hallway. the air was cold and wet just like marys hands. "were almost there." i told her. he turned to her. "its an uplifting trip. you feel like your talking to god." shivers ran up and down her spine. sometimes she felt so lost. if she could find out why she was here, she'd know what to do. i opened the door and the light and the warmth of the room welcomed them. a women with long flowing hair sat in the middle of the room, mary shivered again. "tell me again, kyle. what do i have to do?" "you drink the hashish oil and then lay down on those pillows. youll see all kinds of colors and visions and shit." mary stared at the women, the pillows, and the room. something told her to run away from this place. usually her feelings were on target. "take me home kyle, ive changed my mind." some people are searching for the meaning of life or who god is. often they think that by altering their minds , they will get special vision to do this. that never happens. fuck you, fuck your fucking pot or whatever, and fuck frank sinatra.
