Just one, then I gotta go
DMT and Salvia Divinorum Trips; Yes, Both
(Originally published 9/30/06.)
First Trip: Dimitri
It was just another day when I walked to my usual joint, Sadlack’s, a dinged faux diner here in Raleigh dating from the Upper Devonian era, a dented aluminum box legendary for the range and diversity of clientele. I was just there for a beer. I stepped up to the patio, a concrete deck provided with shabby wooden picnic tables. As I made my way to the front door, a fella I know called to me.
“Hey Eichenberger, come here.” I knew the guy. He was sort of a mystery. Claimed to work for the communications industry. Ok, sure. He just had a funny way of showing up, looking for me, often with molecular compounds I had never heard of, which was odd. I have an extensive resume with drugs and have taken pride in my knowledge. I moved over to the guy. He held out a glass stem, the type used to smoke, well, whatever one happens to have to smoke.
“Take a hit of this.” I took the piece and examined the whitish powdery substance packed in the end. I knew it wasn’t crack. This guy wasn’t the type and, more, it didn’t look like crack.