Spring Break Convinces Two “They Are Gods”
Others Claim They Just Got Lucky

By: Levi Blackman : Sometimes Spring Break hits and you have been so busy with everything else you don’t really know what to do with yourself and all this free time you have. So you grab your best friend and get in the car and head south like any other right minded person would do. Let’s go to the beach! I’m sure we can find something to do there.

It’s a pretty long drive from Denton to any beach. At least six hours someone might guess, even though in reality it is a bit longer. It’s okay, you have a little money from working so hard, and all you really have to worry about is gas. You can get food by different means; which never seems to be a problem in my case. The gas is the only worry, and we are plenty covered.

H-Town in all its glory!

It’s late when the car pulls out onto the road, and so it is really late when we finally make it to Houston. We see the huge white statue of Sam Houston on the way and drive through the nice but strange Woodlands. I heard everything there, including the police station is owned by a corporation. Can that be true?

We sleep on a street in Houston that sounds funny when you say it. We find the perfect set of bushes to hide behind, chat for a moment about how free you can feel when you experience the night in a strange town on a strange street. We passed a warm joint back and forth and let the relaxation sink in. Slowly, we fall asleep in our seats, and dream sweet dreams of the days ahead.

We wake up early because the car and sun don’t like to let you sleep too late. The bushes we stared at as we went to sleep still blew in front of us, and no one seemed to even notice we had made camp near downtown Houston. Freedom was all around us. We started driving and decided the only place to go is Galveston, home of the beach and hopefully some cool people to have a good time with.

The sun isn’t out, and it is raining on and off. Every now and then it will peak over a cloud, but we aren’t lucky enough for it to be warm. The beaches are empty, and the town looks almost empty. Then again, it is still early. We decided to check out Moody Gardens. The signs say they have attractions, and the hotel is huge and glooming off in the distance.

We arrive at the gardens and see a very lavish hotel and three pyramids made of glass lining the beach. Out of the hotel and pyramids, we figure the pyramids were cooler and needed investigation first. We walked across the parking lot and found the first of the pyramids labeled aquarium. This has to be fun.

It was still early and the place hadn’t open yet. Before the place is open everyone is busy cleaning and moving things around. We walked in under the guise of looking for a bathroom. No one said anything the entire trip, and we saw every exhibit. A few workers walked by, and gave us confused looks. We soon realized that we had made it into a part of the gardens we shouldn’t have. The place wasn’t open yet. They still kept walking and we were able to explore a good bit more before another worker leading a class through a early morning tour stopped us and told us to leave. We left laughing, feeling like we owned the place.

The next pyramid over was a rainforest exhibit. Inside they had a bunch of trees and bushes, mist, a few birds, and a long pathway through it all. They also had a secret balcony we found using the elevator. The attraction was already open at this point and we perched hidden atop the cliff off the balcony waiting for a clear moment to jump into the exhibit, gaining access to its entire jungleness. After a long wait, at least a good 30 minutes, the coast was clear and the jump was made. The cliffs were farther than we thought, and the long fall scared us a bit. After the first fall the others came easy. It was like jumping off a house, and I think we killed a precious couple of jungle plants.

The jungle had little to offer us except a few piranhas, so we went for the exit. Somewhere deep in the jungle they had a building. A few steps up some stairs and we found ourselves in an IMAX They gave us some 3D glasses and showed us in, even though hadn’t bought a ticket. They didn’t seem too concerned.

The movie was Sharks 3-D, and they started by tripping us out with floating jelly fish. Then they showed us a shark, and told us everyone is stupid for being scared of these things, and to kill sharks means death for all mankind. Then they tripped us out again with a school of fish, lots of them, all shiny. So we left, and since it didn’t cost us anything, we felt good about that. The power to choose is a great thing.

After that, all that was left was a boat ride and the hotel. The boat had only one entrance so we blew that off and made our way to the tall hotel.

Getting in takes a key, but the pool had a few people and getting through an open gate proved very easy. We walked around the pool, where steam poured off the heated water, and checked out the pool bar. We walked in an open door and ended up in the kitchen. They didn’t seem to mind us being there too much. One of the ladies even helped us find our way around the hotel. We walked through another door and ended up outside where a lady was smoking.

We wanted to finish our exploration of the hotel so we took the elevator to the top floor. There we found the nice rooms, and reserved one for us to party in later.

We left the hotel and took a side road. This road took us into a less developed area in Galveston. We found a place that looks so interesting we just can’t pass it up. An old building that looked like it had been hit by a hurricane stood in the middle of an overgrown field. The cracked blue paint and odd shape called to us, and we once again found a spot to hide our car. Instead of bushes, this time it was behind an old abandoned baseball batting cage.

Once in hiding, we got stoned.

We run across the field as fast as we could. The fear of cops seeing us from the road, made worse by the many no trespassing signs, turned it into a run for our lives. Once inside the building, we find an Indiana Jones type atmosphere, except instead of jungle life, the walls were covered in graffiti.

“Give us your money and your weed,” one of the writings said.

“White Water Boyz 4 Life,” another read.

The whole place had a strange feeling to it. We jumped over large holes, climbed rickety stairs up to another room. In the center of this circle building another room looked like a fighting ring, but our imagination was brought back down to earth when we found an old sign saying “Amazaquairium!”

That makes aquarium number two for the day.

After the adventure to the hurricane weathered fish place, we decided it was time to find some people to party with. The day had started, and things were starting to look up. We started seeing people on the streets. The drive down the length of the beach though proved depressing, and we stopped at the local Wal-Mart to do some damage and find out what events were planned for the evening. We found a big group of dudes, but they said they had just got into town like us.

So Galveston seemed like a bust. We knew people in Houston, and even though we had to drive an hour back, we didn’t have much else to do. We got in contact with our friends and headed their way.

The friends seem to make all the action calm down a little bit. We ate well, and drank, and had a merry time. Blunts were passed around, and people talked about the latest movies and video games. We wanted to find a party, and went to a club, but it just wasn’t the night. The streets were empty, and all the people we wanted to hang out with spent the night at home. We got some much needed rest and woke up the next day ready to go again.

The plan was mushrooms. Easy to get, free for the taking, and safe as anything else we do, they just happen to be the best thing ever. They have no comedown and very little side effects except some bad gas and sleep depravation.

The field took a small drive to get too. You point your car northwest of Houston and drive for about an hour and a half and you are there.

We arrived at the field, met our friend, and started our search through the cow shit covered field. At first it seemed useless, but the shrooms slowly started to appear. They grew right in front of our eyes, their caps slowly pushing themselves up and growing in size until they were about the size of our fist.

Two gallon bags we filled and took off for home. The trip was long, and got stranger the further we got.

Once home we declared ourselves god. We had conquered all of Texas in a few days.

Everyone else disagreed, said we were lucky and said under their voice,

“You are going to get killed next time.”

I don’t think so.

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