Let us take a pause here
and give a bit of background
to this whole story. 

At 17, just out of high school,
I had been kicked out of my dad's
apartment a few months prior. 
I just moved back with my mother 
who did kick me out of her home 
a few years prior. 

The family environment was
far from loving or even enjoyable. 
I wanted to get away from it as far 
as I could. 

2 years of chronic pot smoking 
didn't help either. All that
to say; I might have missed 
a few pot-smoking scenes to this
story as it was as frequent as eating. 

We travelled with 20 hits of acid,
thinking we could make a bit of cash
as we did when in high school. 
We never did sell any of it during our trip. 

Dropping acid wasn't really something special. 
I felt a bit conflicted as being in nature was already 
plenty for me, and acid, well, was just acid.  

We did take it in the morning. Soon after,
a fisherman came to talk to us. 

"Hey boys, do you want a fish?"

We were hungry; we were stoned. 
That fish looked delicious. 

I saw on his face that we
were way too excited about his
fish when we agreed to take it. 

He quickly dropped the fish in my hand, 
and left in a hurry.

I asked Olivier to kill the fish 
and he laughingly denied my request, 
running away. 

I held the fish in my hand, wondering
how I would end his life. I decided 
to choke the fish to death. 

Time distorts when you are on acid. 
A minute can feel like a lifetime, 
but the opposite is true. 
I used this superpower to speed 
through the day. All I remember is 
the sun's arc in the sky, 
burning its way on my face. 
The fish is drying in my hand. 

Half a day passed, and I was sure he was dead. 
I released my chokehold right away 
the fish started breathing again. 

Freaked out and out of options, 
I swang the fish head on the rock, 
still standing at the same spot where
I got the fish hours ago. 

The fish was finally dead. 
Olivier was nowhere to be found, 
we would have a nice dinner tonight.