Once upon a time there was a guy and a girl who were kind of dating but not really. Mostly they just had sex and fought about the other people they were having sex with.
One fine evening they decided to take acid and go to the Guggenheim museum. Their drug dealer told them it was pretty strong and that 2 hits each would be more than enough. They took the acid and went to the museum, and it was okay. But not okay enough.
Both their phones were dead and they wanted more acid. They could have gone home to charge one of the phones, but that would have wasted precious time. Instead they went to Best Buy on The Upper East side to spend 30 dollars on a phone charger. Then they waited impatiently for the phone to turn on again. Once it did they called their friend who sold acid.
“We want to buy more.”
“What the hell is wrong with you guys? You should be tripping balls right now.”
He was out at a party. He wasn’t home, where the acid was. Though, he reluctantly agreed to meet the two back at his house. The two went back to Brooklyn and sat in a small Dominican dive bar with strobe lights for an hour. Techno music was playing while a few middleage patrons drank quietly in the corner.
When their friend arrived, he looked tired and annoyed. He was carrying his bicycle. The two followed him upstairs to his apartment. On the way up the stairs, their friend almost dropped his bicycle down the stairs and the two couldn’t stop laughing.
darkness. end of magical fairy tale