| Purple Haze And Other Tales Of Alien Invasions |
| We used to play poker with our neighbors in one of those 60's apartments with the Tiki God statues in the front, and one of those multi-pointed metal star things with a light behind it. Anyway, we would use bennies (white cross) for poker chips. The neighbors were dealing acid, and I got my first hit from them. It was purple and it was supposed to be Owsley. I don't know if it was Purple Haze or Monterey purple, or if it was even Owsley, but it was a tab, a purple wedge, and it was awesome. I was having a nice talk with the Tiki God while someone was holding the street and lifting and lowering it like when you shake a long carpet? We lived near LAX and the jets would come over our heads real loud. My room mate came outside, to see who I was talking to, and this jet was coming in really low. He thought it was a space ship, and we were being invaded by aliens, so he took off running down the street. Now let me set the scene. 2 straight dudes are walking down the street when this long haired freeakazoid who thinks we are in the midst of an invasion comes running up to them, and all scary eyed says "What's going on?" The two guys are totally freaked out, and in shakey voices say "Ahhhh We don't know man". So now he's really freaked out and takes off running. Also near where we lived was the Los Angeles Forum, a large auditorium where the Lakers would play, and they had concerts. So Louie (that was his name) gets within sight of the forum. Let me set the scene (again). There was a championship fight that night and the arena was packed. So was the parking lot. I know you all have been to some event, where it takes an hour to get out of the parking lot after a show. So, our hero Louie arrives to within view of the forum about two minutes after the fight had ended. What he sees are the doors flinging open and guys pouring out and running as fast as they can out of the place to get to their cars so they can escape the inevitable traffic jam. But that isn't what poor Louie sees. He sees people frightened to death from the news of an alien invasion, running for their lives as fast as they can. Well that's all our boy needs to see. He figures the safest place is home, under his bed. I'm done talking to Tiki by now and am laying on the floor on my back, with the stereo speakers on either side of my head a few inches away from my ears. My other room mate has just brought home a new album called Are You Experienced?, and I'm listening to it for the first time. Louie bursts in and recounts his tale and goes to the bedroom and crawls under his bed. He would stay there for about the next twelve hours. Me....I could care less about aliens. I'm just trying to figure out who hung all the Mexican Serapes on the walls, and why the walls were breathing? Maybe I should consult the Tiki again? |
