The Carnival
By Dr. George and The Captain
We started off with DG's mother dropping us off in front of the library. Yes, I know how cool
we sound.
We each had 750 mg of DXM (Agent Lemon style) in orange juice in a water bottle. We got prepared
with some mints and some cola (we had 4 cans) and went outside to drink the DXM.
DG cut the top off his water bottle to turn it into a cup to it would be easier to guzzle the
juice. He plugged his nose, chugged it, chewed up the mints, and had some cola. TC, on the other
hand, forgot to hold his nose. Oops! Yuck!
We then walked around inside a mall for a while. We tried to enter the library, but were informed
that it would be closing in 5 minutes, so we sat on a bench and tried to work out why several
teenage girls were wearing pyjamas. We then came up with a term for nausea/puking for use in public:
the sloth monster. "The Sloth Monster can find me when I stand up." That sort of thing.
We went back outside. DG cried, "The Sloth!" TC convinced him to cross the street to a park where
we sat on a bench and DG vomitted several times. We then tried to cross back, past a police
officer. We pulled it off, and went inside another mall. We went into Glow, a store full of
blacklight-responsive candles, posters, shirts, etc. It wasn't much, DXM isn't that visual.
However, a strobe-light in a window display made DG feel sick.
In search of somewhere to sit (the mall had no benches...) TC suggested Tower Records. They have
places to sit and listen to CDs (only jazz or classical, though - keep those damn rap/rock teenage
hooligans out of here!) We sat down in the jazz section where DG listened to some music (much too
intense) and slowly fell into the clutches of the Sloth Monster. DG told TC to take the plastic bag
containing two cans of cola, and we headed out of the store. On the way down the stairs, TC offered
DG his arm to help him, but DG took the bag instead. He vomitted into his mouth, realized he was
fucked, and started vomitting into the bag, all over the cans. DG continued to puke as we left the
store, and walked along outside. We got around a corner, DG's face had a fair bit of vomit on it,
and TC had some kleenex in his pocket, which he gave to DG.
We walked around the block, with the aim of getting back into the mall. But, the cop at the corner
worried us, and we decided to try to get into the apartment complex in the mall. Uh-oh, there was
a cop in there too. Okay, forget that, we went up to the corner and went inside, ignoring the cop.
We went up an escalator, past a group of 4 employees (who freaked TC out) and then up to the
arcade. We bought some tokens, played the first game we could find that had chairs, a game similar
to mortal kombat, but with robots and rockets and two joysticks per person. Neither of us had any
idea how to play, so we just pressed things at random. DG beat TC twice, then beat two levels of
the game before being defeated. Then, we played a racing game, where TC was winning most of the
time, until he ran into a car at the end, and DG's humvee zipped past to take the 6th place.
We went back to Tower records after lots of convincing from TC that DG wouldn't be reprimanded for
the little vomitting incident. We sat in the classical section this time. TC listened to Bach, and
DG listened to some weird opera-ish CD. After a while, DG switched places with TC so he (TC) could
listen to the weird opera thing. We looked out the window, and TC found a ride outside at the
carnival that he wanted to go on. We left, stopped temporarily at a grocery store but bought
nothing, and went to the carnival. We bought 5 tickets for $9 (riiiip off!) and went to the house
of mirrors (where we got lost, and looked very bad because two small children had just completed it
very quickly.) Then we went to a funhouse (which must've been so depressing for the children, but
was rather exciting for two people with heads full of drugs.) At the end of the funhouse, TC got
tangled in some elastic cords and couldn't get out. DG then gave away the last ticket and we left.
Next, the subway. On the train were two advertisements that caught DG's attention. One, an add
by the "Physicians for the Prevention of Nuclear War" (I THINK) telling Canadians to not encourage
the United States' Missile Defense System because it could lead to a nuclear arms race. The other
ad was one saying "okay, we'll stop advertising to tell you how bad smoking is for you."
On the subway, DG found a pipe cleaner and made a bracelet out of it.
We got off the train two stops later, and waited on a bench. Another train came, but TC thought it
was too full to get on. He thought the same about the next one, and pulled DG when he tried to get
on, but eventually DG won and they continued their subway journey.
We went to another mall, where TC bought two bottles of shitty water and DG called his girlfriend.
TC had a bit of trouble with the water.
"Do you want a bag with that?"
"Nope."
"Whatever." (hands him a bag)
We crossed the street to yet another mall, where we encountered a party of some sort for someone named
Jamie. It was lame. Around this point, the drugs began to fade. We got back on the subway and went
back to DG's house.