Sunday, August 29


I was out with Cavan last night. It rained the entire night, and we talked about psychadelics and dabbled a bit in them to some extent. We sat on his porch in the Muskoka chairs and also smoked joints, watching the rain which never seemed to stop falling. In school, Cavan and I were the only kids into art. The rest of our clique of a gifted class took music, and, of all things, keyboarding. Then we became ravers in high school. Him with the fat pants and jungle beads and I with the fun-fur and glitter wings. People used to think we were brother and sister. Cavan is a real artist now, and I am jealous that I don't get to paint anymore. I guess I could, I meant to paint this summer, but I just never did. I was lazy like that this summer.