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I was thinking that you all would probably like to read a little bit about who this guy is, so you'd be able to pick him out of a line-up or recognize him on the street corner.

Now I understand that time and distance and everything tends to suspend itself and become all convoluted when I’m tripping but I trusted Kevin’s judgment that a huge deer was four feet from us.
“Does it have antlers?” I ask. See I can’t see anything at this point and I am under the impression that I have gone blind and that I will not be able to see ever again. This realization does not startle me but rather I feel relieved that I won’t have to ever set sights on Fern shaking her utterly perfect ass at the bar we both like to go to. It is hard to see that, and sometimes while at the bar I’ve caught myself reaching for the straws in a feeble attempt to grab an instrument with which I can pry my eyeballs from their sockets. Sometimes I think that the shot glasses they use at the cheepster college bar we like to go to would do a better job. If I used one of those I’d simply insert it into my eye socket, apply pressure and turn and pronto – my eyeball would pop out.
I wasn’t permanently blind from that trip with Kevin. I was however significantly altered and I kept wondering what Fern was doing and who she was doing it with. I know that those sorts of thoughts are pointless especially when I’m the one who ended it with her, and the reasons I cited happen to be the drugs and the friends which I want to dedicate more of my time and energy towards than her. Most of the time I don’t care about her anymore but when I start really thinking I realize that she was, for the longest time, all I wanted to do and be and to not have her was to lose that portion of me. Whenever I’m not alright with that all I have to do is take a huge bong rip and hope that my lungs catch up with me before my brain does. Then and only then, while I’m heaving in the fetal position, do I realize that this is now and I exist in this time and space and all that I can do is be. That’s pretty deep shit for a 20 year-old to think about. I have always been precocious, I’ve been told, and more often than not I simply have the curiosity that is required for a person to truly observe the world. There was once this man named Henry James and he said that we all should strive to be “the person upon whom nothing is lost.” I’d say that even being as observant as I am; I still lose about 60 percent of what I should be getting out of all of my daily interactions with my surroundings. That means that for the typical person that number has to be much much higher and the percent of the world they do perceive is likely insignificant and mainly pertaining to carnal concerns i.e. food, shelter, handbags and such.
I really don’t mean to be cynical; it is just how I am. My parents said that I should try to be less serious. I never quite understood what they meant in saying that. It seemed that all throughout my life matters were serious. My father’s parents were dying most of my childhood and arrangements had to be made while they were alive. Arrangements for the loads of money and stock shares my grandfather had in both his and my grandmother’s name. The other matter that had to be settled before they died was who was to take care of Louisa, my father’s kid-sister who has Down’s syndrome. My parents ended up getting custody of her transferred to them and she was placed in a great group home where she’s learned how to perform simple household tasks and I’m told she feels now as though she has a purpose. I wish sometimes that my purpose was as straightforward and recognizable as Louisa’s ability to sort through table settings is.
Other matters in my life cropped up then and they crop up now and they all seem to be of a serious nature. Breaking my arm in a random state that didn’t understand the brand of health coverage I carried, being fired the following week from a long standing job for having had a broken arm, my father being a complete dick to me, because so one stupid mistake. All of these things seem serious, and many other things like being pulled over for a busted exhaust valve in the parking lot of my own apartment complex, finding out that my girl friend cheated on me with some dude I hate, getting indigestion from the Taco Bell I decided I was hungry for, seem utterly world altering at the time of their occurrences. This is why acid is such a powerful drug. See acid takes all of that mumble-jumble and makes it into a straightforward table chart, complete with bar graph and annotated table of contents. It lays out all of the shit that’s perpetually spinning in my brain and makes it stand at attention. It threatens that if the shit in my life isn’t going to act serious than the drug will and does.