Completely Hallucinated

It’s been gloriously mild most of the summer and I was expecting to be darn hot. Hot summer days remind me of the blast furnace I lived in west Texas many decades ago and I remember our odd way of finding relief; or maybe it’s just my over sentimental nature of…well…everything…but I find myself remembering a summer, many decades ago, I spent lolling in a giant bathtub filled to the brim with tepid water, sometimes on LSD or mushrooms sometimes just mildly stoned. Hopeful the water and the drugs would cool me off or at least make me forget how hot it was.

The thing missing in this yellow house is the big bathtub. Thank goodness we have a swamp cooler and plentiful windows. Thank goodness I finished  experimenting with mind-altering substances in 1984 and can find those places with literature or music.

“It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.”
Jack Kerouac

I want that quote inscribed on the box where my ashes are kept.

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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