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I just had a drink in my backpack and the guard kept bitching that he was thirsty and wouldn’t let me through unless I gave it to him. Kind of a douche.
I didn’t get caught, my alleged employee got caught with 2000 pounds of Rhydon horn from Kanto headed to the Sinnoh witch doctors. Sadly, he’s no longer with us. Just like the guy who got himself caught with all that Donphan ivory.
My friend Kasumi and I went to Peru last summer to try oddahuasca for the first time. After arriving we hired a local shaymin to guide our trip. The shaymin took us to a hut in the forest and told us the trip will take three days. The first day we had to wait for the shaymin to brew the leaves in some water in an old gasoline drum. He told us brewing can take anywhere from 8 to 24 hours.
The second day was a sunny day and Kasumi and I drank the brew together. It was thick and dark and nasty, like mucus kombucha. I nearly threw up, but I didn’t want to be rude, (oddahuasca is considered a spiritual experience for many) so I did my best to finish the small cup the shaymin gave me. After that we had to wait a little bit for the trip to start so we went back into the hut to lay down, while the shaymin watched over us.
The first thing I noticed was that colors no longer held their values, rather they began to change into tiny shapes that made up the larger shapes in the room as if they were geometric ants. Triangles were green, circles were white, and the squares were brown. The entire dirt floor became a mess of wriggling rectangles, and Kasumi began to scream. The shaymin quickly placed a pillow over her face and that’s when I saw my dad for the first time.
His back was turned to me, but I could see that he was bronze and strong, just as I imagined him growing up. I wanted to ask him why he walked out on mom, leaving us with only a Mr. Mime he got in a trade once. I reached out to grab his shoulder and he burst into a torrent, a flood of rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of realities. Inside each droplet I saw a memory of us together. Bouncing me on his lap, throwing me into the air, teaching me how to ride a mach bike. All of these memories whirled about in the air and took the form of a mew.
When I woke up the next morning, mew and Kasumi were gone. The shaymin was performing a rain dance outside the hut when I asked what happened to Kasumi. He told me that the trip had been too intense for her and that Kasumi had gone home early and that I should rest. The shaymin was right, because I was about to have the worst bout of the skitties I had ever had. Recently, oddahuasca has grown in popularity and more and more people are turning towards it as a holistic treatment for trauma, but everyone forgets to mention that much of the third day is dedicated to dry heaving and diarrhea.
I texted Kasumi after I got to the airport in Lima, but she never texted me back. I wonder what happened to her.
Wonder if that really was a rain dance you saw, since they arent really known for Rain dances in that area. In that part of the world Revelation dances said to calm vengeful spirits are more prevelant, especially with powerful spiritualists.
