People see what makes sense to them, reality notwithstanding. I worked second shift in a warehouse and I carpooled with this guy, well actually I had a car and he had a motorcycle. He picked me up on his bike and told me that he had just dropped some acid and he asked if I wanted some. I had been high at work before, but I never dropped acid there, but I said what the hell and I took a hit. It kicked in right after my shift started and this was really good shit, as it was the first time that I really hallucinated. My buddy worked in the lumber department and I worked in plumbing, so we really didn’t see each other till lunch break, which was more of a late supper break at 8PM.
My job was to pull freight, put it in boxes and bring it to the loading dock. I had tickets which were like check lists of what each of the different stores wanted and I would go to the bin where the items were located and put them in a box and on a wagon to take to the shipping area. I would sit on this couch looking over the tickets to get organized. I had a marking pen which I used to write on the boxes to indicate what store the freight was going to. The acid kicked in while I was getting organized and I started to have an apparent perception of something that was not present.
I tested my marker out on a cardboard box, to make sure it had enough ink in it for me to complete collecting and checking off all of the required items. The ink started to bleed out on the box and it was running all over the place. It was like the ink had a mind of its own and a big spot landed on the floor in front of me. This ink manifested itself like a cartoon character and it had the ability to walk and talk. The ink spot said, “How many orders do we have tonight?” I responded to it like it was perfectly normal that this ink spot was talking to me and I said, “It is a big night, we have twelve orders to fill. Why don’t you push the cart down the aisles and load the cart and I will sit here and mark everything down on the list?” The ink spot agreed that was a good idea and off he went climbing into all the bins and getting the stuff. The plumbing freight on my ticket was being gathered by my new ink spot friend.
I saw my carpool buddy at dinner break time and he told me that he was really spaced out and he asked me how I was doing. I told him about the ink spot that was helping me and that I had all of my orders already done for the night. He drove me to a park where a lot of my friends were hanging out and then he went back to work to tell my boss that I had gotten sick. I should have cared more about my job than to mess up like this, but this night I didn’t care. There is more to this story, but I will save that for another time. My brain knew that it was impossible for an ink spot to be doing my work for me and also that I could not have been holding a conversation with it, but sometimes you see what makes sense to you.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.