I started walking before realizing my legs were moving. I was close. The damp asphalt tickled my feet and the rhythm of the atrium base line under my chest felt familiar and scary. Like the feeling you had back in high school, sneaking home past curfew.

I inhaled the salty air as if sipping through a straw, exhaling slowly with deliberation. My feet kept walking on and I knew. This was going to be badass.

Walking the streets of Waikiki alone at five o’clock in the morning may seem odd to some. For me, it was Tuesday.

There were only three taxis circling the block. Four wheeled vacancy signs wiggling the toes of the otherwise empty streets. The sparseness was a vast contrast to the four-wheeled cattle that would blanket the roadways in the hours waiting to unfold. I imagined restaurant and shop merchants still hiding from snooze alarms while sunburnt tourists were tucked in their hotel beds.

With every step I took, my mind wrapped around the amplified sounds in my skull; a street symphony in the making. Waking birds hovering in the trees, the swooshing roll of tires from lonely taxis, and my own internal heart-pounding were the perfect soundtrack to carry me to the water’s edge.

When my toes sunk through the tiny grains of sand, I closed my eyes to hear the melody of the tide weave its way through the sounds of the dawn. No doubt about it. This was Grammy Award winning acid.

5 comments

  1. So . . . metaphorical acid? Has to be much better than the real thang. And if you draw from my personal experience on that, it's true!Nothing beats a quiet beach where you can hear real life all around you.

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  2. Dropped in to see what your blog looked like. Never done any drugs myself other that booze and tobacco. Tried pot a few times but didn't get into it. Hate it that I smoke, if I didn't smoke I recon I would be fucking perfect. Nothing wrong with being a Narcissist, in a way, if you can't love yourself how can you love others? Take care, peaceful paths.

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  3. God I can't wait to read the whole book. Do send me an invoice today so I can preorder! Or send me the unreleased badassness of it all when it's fresh off the old IBM Selectric! 😉

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