Lazaro Vega Posted March 11, 2005 Report Posted March 11, 2005 People talk about getting high on coffee. I got high the other day, but not on coffee. Here's how. Threw on the big orange coat and black rubber boots, grabbed the labs and headed out on the snow covered lake. Worked the spud until it opened a hole in the thick ice, carefully fitted a diving mask and snorkel on my face, laid down on my stomach and then stuck my head in the ice hole. My head was a small olive in a God sized frozen martini. It didn't take long for the hallucinations to come. All across the floor of the dark frozen lake bed emerged, wavering to life with spectacular colors, an enormous Inca sun calendar with animated dragons and weird gargoyles surrounding some volcano god. I read references to Sirius, Canis Major, and thought, “Good doggies stay,” but came back to the importance of seeing the Dogon people in the calendar and suddenly realized the phantasmagoria had meaning and it was speaking to me across the obliterated centuries. Oh ice head! Oh mystery of life thaw to clarity! It was overwhelming this getting in touch with my roots. BLAM! Sweet Jesus what a tremendous crash! The entire lake convulsed in a screetching paroxysm of cracking ice and violent black water. WHAT WAS THAT?!!! I couldn't get my head out. It had frozen into the hole. I had to watch as the lake smashed open and like the hand of some angry sky God three giant Eagle talons cracked through the ice, plunged to the bottom and grabbed the Inca Sun Calendar then, like Sitting Bull pulling the scalp off that Custer, ripped the vision up by the middle leaving a wake of cold, silver bubbles and mountains of ruffled mud silently rumbling through the vast liquid blackness..... About then a U.S. Coast Guard rescue helicopter flew over the lake high above me out on a courtesy flight with a very special passenger: a young soldier returned from Iraq. As he looked down on his Michigan and the expanse of snowy whiteness the lake cut through the surrounding woods and houses he noticed two black labs sitting in the snow next to a prone figure in orange coat and black boots. The sight reminded him of the start of a sentence, "! followed by the empty miles of a blank white page. He thought about it some more and saw the story of his life at that moment and so much unwritten. What he didn't realize, but I knew, even with my bleeding head frost bit to hospital blue and white, he saw the first Spanish sentence written in the New World. After the labbies pulled me out by my belt we went inside and had a nice hit of espresso (they nawed on Denta bones) and I bandaged up, thawed out and came down just in time to help the kids up from their naps. Quote
Joe G Posted March 11, 2005 Report Posted March 11, 2005 An excellent first entry in the Organissimo CD liner note competition! Quote
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