J&C # 1: Hallucinations and butt sex at Pee Park.

J: Don’t fuckin’ jump in the water with the coke in your pocket idiot. I know you’re going to, but don’t. Ok Crowe? Just fuckin’ don’t. OK? Fucker? And ditch that fucking Sharpie!



C: So it's a whole new filtration. Chemical free. It's an enzyme. A fucking enzyme! It immediately neutralizes anything with any toxicity at all. Including urine. No piss in this piece. Dude where's your kid?



J: I dunno. Whatever. It's not like he's outside. He can only go so far…



C: He can go outside. Trout Lodge is only the world’s biggest indoor waterpark in the winter months. Look. See? No wall.



J: Well whatever, he's fucking four. I can't molly-cuddle him for his whole life. He'll go fag. Seriously dude? No pee?



C: The fag ship's sailed dude. And no, there's no pee filtration. You can smell the piss under the burning chlorine. Did you just say Mollycuddle?



J: Yeah. Wait…Why?



C: That’s the Autocorrect version of Molly-CODDLE you penis! Just never mind. Gimme that thing...



J: You fucking have it. Gimme that other thing…



C: I don't have it. What about that other other thing?


D: I don't fu...oh yeah. I got it. Here.


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4/20/2012. Jeff and Crowe, taking their time at Trout Lodge, the world’s biggest, east-coast, indoor waterpark, for six months of every year. The trip is dual-purpose, serving Jeff’s kid Stephen as the centerpiece of spring VK from kindergarten, and giving Jeff and his degenerate friend Crowe a place to do drugs.



The LSD was clean and stout, and launching it's inexorable strike up the spine. Crowe, was having trouble, seeing sounds. Jeff had remained dead silent most of the three hour drive from CT. The both of them, bobbing and weaving around the area like blind men, cut an amusing figure. Their body language told a long story of confusion and uncertainty, like two men walking, side by side, on a very high wire.



Crowe kept thinking about, and then forgetting, about the blow. He wanted it. He thought JM had it. He was mistaken. He felt like talking it out, but by the time he remembered, and actually mustered the mental acuity use his words properly, the moment - he felt - was no longer right. That's when "big cock Jesus " happened.



(part 2 at lunch)