Stuck in a Loop

We'd hoped - nay, we'd expected that Montèal would shine the love that its renown to onto our eager faces. Unfortunately, so far, we'd seen naught but rain, misguided belligerence, and anger. Last night's mushroom trip had entirely crippled Hades' brain, Fernweh's anger was getting out of control, and to top that all of our shit was soaked.

Apparently God had gauged me worthy this morning because I'd woken up awkward sandwiched between Squanch and the wall - the perfect position to only get half-soaked.

In a shit situation (and waking up to a cold rain with nothing to change into is pretty high up on the list) optimism can make or break the day. A cheerful "good morning!" flew right over Fernweh's head - he responded with a grumble and a sadistic glance towards Hades. The greeting flew over Hades' head, too, because he was too busy yammering fractured sentences about his need to replace the mushrooms he'd lost the night before.

The greeting also flew over Squanch because everything flew over her head, but I didn't 'realize that until later. For the moment, my libido convinced me that she was just quiet and introspective, a worthwhile companion for a fellow introvert.

I took Hades away from Fernweh so we could talk without Fernweh telling him to shut the fuck up after every sentence he spoke (though, today, I began to feel it necessary. The wisdom had plummeted from Hades' face, his glazed eyes, leaking nostrils and drool-stained stubble was not a picture of the guy I'd decided to travel with. The new scenery, the overwhelming allure, and the psychedelics had thrown a circuit off in his brain.)

"Listen to yoursellf, man. You're losing it."

"I, uhm... where... we need mushrooms..."

"Buddy - you're insane."

"Yeah, just... once we get mushrooms, we'll..."

For six hours me and Squanch listened to the senseless babbling about shrooms and the one-sided squabble between Fernweh and Hades. Six hour slater, Hades had managed to find his mushrooms. The first real words he spoke all day besides need, more and shrooms were "can I get an ounce?"

A replay of the night prior quickly begun. Hades got so dumb and Fernweh so furious that me and Squanch found ourselves in a dilemma. If we left to avoid the conflict, Fernweh might snap and lose it on Hades - but staying in this situation was surely not good for our sanity. We meandered the park, less-than-entranced by the thick, viscous visuals that these mushrooms offered - sluggishly pushing our way through a multichromatic wave of static jello. The luminescent fog that surrounded us was almost as thick as the fog that obscured our brains. So thick, in fact, that when we decided to set up camp under the park bridge, we collectively agreed that it was a good idea.

 We hadn't known it was possible to get wetter than we had the night before.