Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Ssssecrets

Last night while watching Lost, Jenny cried like a little girl. (Not the point of my blog). She also kept calling smoke monster Locke "Neo" cause he was dodging all them bullets. (The point of my blog).

This reminded me of a secret of mine - I saw the Matrix 7 times in the theater when it first came out. But that's not even my secret! The real secret is that for 6 out of those 7 times I was on acid. I like to refer to this as "my acid phase."

I don't even remember who I saw it with the first 6 times (sorry, brain cells) but the last time I saw it with my buddy Suzanne and her older sister. I convinced them to do this with me by proclaiming it was the most amazing thing in the entire world. Obviously. We promptly drove over to Haight Street, bought acid off of some hippies, then went to have our mind grapes blown. By the way, do as I say kids, not as I do. Buying drugs from hippies is a dirty business in any city. Being 17 and dumb is my only excuse for doing this.

Anyway since I had seen the film so many times already, I had quite a few opinions on it (as you can imagine). You know that part when Keanu goes to see the Oracle and he talks to that bald girl who's bending the spoons? At that exact moment I leaned over to Suzanne and whispered into her ear, "The saddest part about this scene is that that poor little girl had to shave her head just to get the part." Suzanne busted out laughing and it was all downhill from there.

I believe we ended the evening on a large field by the Golden Gate Bridge, dancing around and pretending we were witches. But that's a story for another time... Don't do acid. There is no spoon.

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