Location: That street people Haight

Gunja and I were walking down the street people hate. I remember it was extremely windy that day and my ears were cluttered with whispers. We ran into a girl named Beth who joined us for the walk. A man named Nasty Nate was quite vocal on a corner we passed and as we walked by him he looked over at us and asked the question,

“Stanchyyy Franchyyy Bra?”

We knew that meant, “do you want to buy my strain of weed called ‘stanchy franchy.’” We were uninterested, so we just kept walking.

Beth then started a conversation. “I just recently saw this movie, I can't remember the name, “Red Mud” maybe? No that wasn't it. It was about acid and the guy took so much that he fried his mind and never returned from his trip. Have you guys seen that movie? it's crazy!”

We replied, “no, but it sure sounds crazy.”

Just then, a short extremely ugly man (about 5’5”, stocky and bald, probably in his forties) that had been walking behind us who had obviously overheard our conversation said,

“I got a crazy acid story, you want to hear it?”

We tried to answer no but he didn’t give us time.

“A long time ago when I was about your age, I went on a trip to Vegas. I took so much acid, I was so fried! I didn't know if it was Easter or something but everywhere I looked I saw bunnies, or rabbits, tall like humans. I’ve had bad trips before so to keep from going there I somehow rationalized it in my mind that Easter was my favorite holiday and decided to run with it. Needless to say, I started to make out with one of them, went back to the bunny’s room and put the term ‘fuck like rabbits’ to good use. You know what I’m sayin’!  After that I was so in love with the bunny and it’s love making skills, we went to a chapel and got married by what appeared to be a reverend devil and a dragon witness. I woke up, two days later, when the acid had lost its effect. Looked over next to me and I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life and we’ve been happily married for the past twenty years.”

The mood had went from no interest to sudden obsession.

I reply, “what?”

He responded, “yeah turns out I had been at a playboy masquerade party, what are the odds? Without acid I never would have met my playboy model wife.”

Then he casually strolled away without a name, without a moment's pause in stride. We to this day remain dumfounded.

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