I really dont feel like writting today so I'm doin a repost of this story. Thosa of you who have read it, sorry. Those of you that haven't....READ IT! ;)

Kaliedescopes and a Bonneville FLASHBACK

It was a day like any other day.Three freinds deciding just a few hours shy of daybreak before we crawled back into our bedroom windows at our parents houses that we were not going to school today. This had become routine. Both the not going to school and the late night secret binges had become commonplace by this time, our junior year in high school. Even when we did manage to make it to school we were so hungover and sleepy from our escapades the night before that we would either sleep in class all day or sleep in class half the day and leave at lunch not to return until the next day...maybe.

Cindy was one of the first of us to get her drivers license AND a car to drive. Sorta. I mean sorta as it wasn't so much a car as it was a boat. Passed down from her parents, a late 70's model Bonneville was the vessel which carried us out into the High seas of mischief. We affectionately named her Brown Bessy for she WAS brown and Bessy seemed the appropriate "B" name to follow that color brown that Bessy was. Faded and dilapidated she was and we had to use thumb tacks on her cieling to hold the fabric up out of our faces. If you were to sit in the backseat and look skyward, you would see multicolored thumbtacks randomly squishing the fabric into the foam of the interior here and there and everywhere....I have no idea why we didn't just rip the damn fabric out. I suppose it was more fun to look at the billowing dance four rolled down windows caused that fabric to jive in the breeze. 

 Our decision not to attend school that day was hinged upon the fact that in our minight galavanting, we had hit a party somewhere and aquired six hits of blotter. Otherwise we would have decided about half a mile from school that we didn't really want to be there and promptly turn around before any teachers on their way to work saw us and called our parents. Everyone knew that damn car. It was hard to miss.

I had climbed into my window safely around six am. just as my dads alarm clock was going off. I knew I was safe because my room was still dark. On one unfortunate occasion I had come home to my room lit up and a very angry father sitting on the edge of the porch watching me steal through the yard. I doubt there was anything amusing to him at that point watching his daughter peer into her window with the astonishing realization she had been busted, but I'm sure there was a little satisfaction as he watched me climb in from whence I had emerged.

This had been a Freebie....no lights=no grounding. I prepared myself for school that worning as if I had slept like a baby. Throwing in a yawn here and there to prove I was tired and still half asleep, I waited for my parents to leave for work and for Cindy and another freind to pick me up "for school". She arrived, late, as usual....what was the hurry? NOT homeroom thats for sure. In my back pocket carefully wrapped in tin foil were the six paper squares that would transport our three little souls into Glorified Technicolor Giggledom. It was around eight thirty by the time we got our shit together. Gas for Bessy, cigs, and LOTS of water and orange juice. (We had read somewhere that you get off better if you take vitamin C while tripping. We would have drank Clorox too had we heard that would get you off better...silly kids.) We figured we would peak around 11:30 if we dropped then and there. We dropped. Having nowhere to be and no particular place to go, we opted to ride the countryside backroads until the shit kicked in.

Two hours later we were trippin our eyeballs out. Having made a great big circle through back roads, we were once again in town, driving down mainstreet. I will never know how she drove that car tripping. I never could drive while on acid, but that car was a trip in and of itself to drive completely straight. It had a nose that went on forever. We were peaking at this point. Blazing bright colors and trails evrywhere you looked...perma-grins on our faces...Toy's R' Us seemed the only logical place to go.

Not realizing or not caring, (I'm not sure which, probobly both), that we were teens and it was noonish and people might think somethings just not quite right about three teenagers giggling and laughing their fool heads off in a toy store when they should be in school did not occur to us.

WOW! The lights! The colors! The TOYS!!!! We were in HEAVEN. Somewhere in between aisles of OOO's and AHH's we found kaliedescopes.They weren't the kind with the end that had all those little peices of plastic inside and you turned it and the peices would form intricate patterns. These were small with one small globe of fractured glass at one end and when you looked through the other end everything you pointed it at became the intricate pattern. WOW!

Armed with two a peice and one to each eyeball we left the toystore to go find somewhere "safe" to do our wigging out. We piled back into Brown Bessy, laughing hysterically at God knows what,yodeling like that little mountain climber on the Price is Right, we proceeded to try and figure out where we should go.We finally decided to go to the lake where we could park safely and do our thing. Thats when we ran into a problem. The car would NOT START. What? Were? We? Going? To do?      (?) Normally this would not be a problem of magnitude, but A.) we were tripping, B.) we were tripping, C.) we were tripping and supposed to be in school! Who could we call? What were we gonna do? We were in DEEP SHIT x's ten. So we did the only thing we were capable of doing. We sat there. We sat there some more. It wasn't too long before the situation became funny as opposed to SCARY. It was during a fit of hysterics that I happened to realize there was other stuff going on around us in this parking lot. People coming and going and whatnot. 'Hey!', I thought as I was looking around, 'There's a car that looks just like the one were in!'.  How weird was that we all thought as we laughed it up. Three heads in unison  look toward the ceiling of Brown Bessy. No tacks. This was an imposter we were sitting in.

As we were squealing outta that parking lot in the correct car, I glanced back to see a lady leaning into that imposter car and out again with six kaliedescopes in her hands and a puzzled look.