Austin Texas, A Guy Named Brent, And Mother’s day 2018
I attended drum and bass night one Tuesday at a small, dimly lit hole in the wall downtown Austin. I had been working all day and didn’t bother dressing up. I sported jeans, a Rolling Stones bro tank, a baseball hat and flip flops. Makeup less. I was just there to relax.
I noticed an attractive guy enjoying the beats and having a drink across the room. We kept catching ourselves glancing at each other. Over time he slowly made his way over to me and asked how my night was going.
“My night is going great. This is great.”
I continued to talk Brent’s ear off and dance with him until my friends were ready to leave. I gave Brent my number and he sent me a text on my way home.
He was a software programmer and a few years older than I. He was also an artist who had designed wine bottle labels so of course I thought he was absolutely dreamy. He was tall with dark hair and a radiant smile. We continued to talk back and forth and decided we should go on a date. He wanted to see an upcoming DJ during Mother’s Day weekend and I was more than willling to be his arm candy for the show.
I rented a vintage RV off of Air BnB for the weekend and invited brant on over. I came along with a halter top, bellybutton ring and 4 hits of acid which I later found out was way too much.
We started the night off at a nice brewery where we had a couple of local craft beers. I leaned over the table and whispered
“I acquired some acid. Are you in?”
Of course he was in. I am rather convincing in a halter top. We hurried back to the RV which was parked in some dude’s driveway in downtown Austin. When we arrived back I gave Brent two hits of LSD and I took two myself. We laughed our asses off as that shit kicked in. Little did we know the ride we are about to be on. A ride that once you’re on it, you cannot get off of.
Brent and I gazed at each other and looked at some of my artwork on my ipad in the dark. I was feeling really good. Brent smiled at me and whispered:
“You’re fucking hot.”
I felt hot. My halter top was amazing and my body was beaming. I danced in the moonlight while lightning bugs fluttered all around. The trip was slowly becoming more intense. This is where things got weird.
I’m not sure when Brent’s trip went bad...but it did. I went really bad. I noticed he was sweating profusely, and he soon took his shirt off. I wasn’t super impressed with his dad bod. I remember he began to crawl around on the ground. I started drawing and telling him about birds...but my drawings would always go awry, its like i could draw his trip. The flowers would go from red to black as he laid in front of me.
I was beginning to trip pretty hard. I didn’t want to get in trouble with the guy whose drive way i was in. I realized that i had to get Brent out of there. I went back into the RV so I could relax and trip a bit while i came up with a plan for this guy. “I am going to call you an Uber.” He was pouring sweat and on the phone. Who the fuck could he possibly be calling....I was fucked if I didn’t figure this out. “I am calling someone to rescue me” he yelled. Holy shit, who? He eventually disappeared and i called him so i could make sure he was gone for good. He answered my call with,“ I am peeing in the driveway.”
He sounded distressed as fuck. Then i heard car doors slam. His friends had shown up. Damage control was of the upmost importance right now. I greeted them and asked to speak privately. “Hey look, we took a bunch of LSD and he just needs to get into a comfortable space. He’s freaking out right now and the best thing for him is to go home and comfy.” They seemed to understand. I retreated back I to the RV and improved my relationship worth the color orange.
The sun came up and I realized it was Mother’s Day…and I was alone.
