They're hanging dead people from trees man! They're hanging them, and I'm fuckin' freakin!

In 2005, I was walking down he street with a friend of mine, who doesn't want his real name revealed by me online, ever because he doesn't want to be associated with me anymore.

So me and this friend let's just call him Ryan are walking and I am coming down from tripping on acid, so I don't really notice how strange the day is, but he damn sure does.

He keeps telling me that he doesn't like the town we are in, and that there is something wrong with it, and I tell him fucker, I don't like any damn town, any damn where and to shut the fuck up because I am looking for something, my mind, I lost it,,, three days ago or thirty years ago and I am pretty sure that it is in this damn town and that it comes in a tiny bottle or a little pokey object or plastic bag and if that damn mother fucker would just answer his phone, and then... I look up

And I realize my friend is screaming and crying hysterically,

THEY are hanging men from trees in this town!! It's not right! It's just not right!!! And he falls to the ground, crying hysterically...

Damn, I broke him.

Ryan, you dumb bastard they're floating. They're suspended, in air.

Cut to black, and we both wake up, on the ground.

My mouth is bleeding, Ryan is unharmed, and doesn't remember anything.

Good. Good for him.

I will never FUCKING FORGET.