Were you with me the night we stumbled into the Fieldhouse?
High oN the acidic
In the bedazzled darkness we realized that there were forms on bicycles riding amongst us, past us, around with spiritual precision. I don’t think it was the 420s on the bikes because the meeting itself was non-violent. Sounds of non-verbal compassion, waves to a higher plane. Very viscerally trippy. As there was no sight required, aural recognition and trust was established.