mud pie nostradamus

 


mud pie nostradamus


     Let us return to the Date Orchard pad of Evan Sheehy in Palm Desert where an acid test was taking place with myself, Greg, Mike and Kevin. I believe it was 1975ish. It really was an ideal place to drop with pals as the home was remote and elevated so that views could be enjoyed without much effort. Greg and Mike had found clothing too restrictive and were au natural for some time even hugging to show their confident masculinity. Kevin and I mostly explored the domicile with minds blown. We spent most of the time  on a veranda atop the house that offered a track to walk around and allow for tripping. Rock music was blasted from the stereo in the house with sounds booming up to where we rode the notes around the date trees. There was a lot of boisterous story telling, wheezy laughing and joyful hoots being issued from the perch above the orchard. The noise may have drawn a local boy who was mentally challenged, maybe even non-verbal on the autism spectrum before any of us knew what autism meant. In our ignorance we just called kids like this retarded. He stared up at us with what seemed like a penetrating gaze but we were so figuratively and literally high it may have been  the LSD talking. Sometimes the boy mouthed words as he pressed a lump of mud together back and forth like a child would make a mud pie. Since we were all about love no one spoke harshly to him but just carried on like nothing was odd about a young man making mud pies down below. Kevin claimed he could make out what he was trying to say and we gathered around young Smitty to hear the wisdom from a mind accustomed to psychedelic journeys.  Kevin let us know he was trying to tell us "you will be miserable." We may not have been that entire day but when Smith and I despaired of getting any sleep we set off for home around dawn and got back to LA  around 8 am. Greg, with his strong metabolism fell into bed about the time the sun began to rise and just as he started to doze the orchard farmer began a machine that shook dates from the trees with an ear-splitting whine. Poor Greg, within the hour drove into town and rented a hotel room for some Z's






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