Jacobino
Every step I take is an effort. The noise is ringing in my ears and my head was swooning. I stumble across the sand and look at the strangers around me. They look hot. The girls I mean. I stumble some more. Wet sand in my slippers. I want to curse, but I forget the words. Did I just rhyme there? It’s a long walk before me. I think I’m lost. Where are my friends?
That hashish really did the trick. Rule Number 01. Never eat space cake right after smoking a whole lot of weed. Never. Wait, but then again, I haven’t felt this good in ages. So that leads to Rule Number 02, which is Forget Rule Number 01. If I could just find a place to sit and enjoy my high, that would be totally tits. I’m walking again, some guy bumps into me, sending me spinning. I’m too dazed to look around at him and I just start walking again. The area in front of me looks familiar. Didn’t I just pass that? I walk closer and look properly. Damn, I just passed that. How did I come back here? Am I walking around in circles?
DING! It clicks.
The guy I bumped into. He sent me spinning. I just started walking towards the direction that I was facing when I stopped spinning. Idiot. So I walk back. I’m like totally lost now. I’m super cereal. The lights are flashing before me, and I hear the good old music that I love from Paradise Ibiza. Or maybe it’s another Ibiza. Damn theme parties. I start dancing. Yeah this is the shit right here.
Dance to the beat and dance to the beat and dance to the … dance to the… dance to the…
Oh man I need a seat. Start walking again. Where are my friends? If I could just collapse here right now, that would be just amazing. I guess the water would wash over me, but I think I’ll still be happy. Should I? Should I just fall down here? No I would be a mess. I don’t want to wet my clothes. Plus I’m not feeling too well either.
The next thing I know I’m at our hotel again. Outside on a sun bed, listening to the waves in the darkness. Lights flash in front of my eyes. When I blink it’s only the darkness. My friends, I hear them murmuring around me. Conversations to which I prefer not being invited to. I’m the silent observer now. I’m in that state; the calm after the storm. When the high reaches the plateau, and there’s no more I can go (Damn, I rhymed again). The muscles relax and I ease myself backwards. I don’t want to talk I don’t want to move. I basically don’t want to be bothered at all. Let me live here in my own realm, listening to the voices in my head. Volleys of thoughts attack my brain, and I find it hard to keep track.
My head started to throb and I felt myself spinning. Everything became a blur. Even the sounds of the voices are blurred. This was the height of my confusion. Everything was muddled. This was a moment where I wanted to scream for the world to stop spinning so that I can see clearly, where I didn’t even know the questions to ask, to clarify my doubts, where everything became the darkest shade of black I have ever seen. It was at this height of confusion, that I started to understand everything. This was where the black leaked away and an orange glow embraced my eyes. This was a moment of comprehension. Like a new sun rose in the sky that was pitch black minutes ago. A pleasant surprise? A new dawn? Maybe it actually is…
The Stoned Age 