Wallensteiner

Wes was a complete alcoholic... He seemed to know everyone in town... We were doing a lot of Salvia those years... We decided to introduce Wes's Satanist friend Skyler Magnusson to the most powerful hallucinogen known to mankind... First we walked over to the liquor store ("Beverage House") and stocked up on beers... There was some weird Austrian malt that Skyler supposedly liked ("Wallensteiner" or something) which Wes bought specifically for him... I waited outside while he went back in to get some cigarettes (which I paid for of course)... Somehow I knocked the bottle of Wallensteiner over and off the rail I'd set it on and it shattered into a million pieces inside its paper sack... I quickly tossed it in a trash barrel and walked a bit away hoping he wouldn't notice the new wet spot on the parkinglot... He didn't... When we got to Skyler's pathetic tract house nobody was home... Some greasy neighbor came shambling out of his trailer and told Wes that the Satanists would be back in about an hour or two... We decided to wander over to the rear area of this stucco two-floor apartment complex by the highway to drink and wait... We hunkererd down amongst the pebbly gravel piles between the complex's grey rear wall and a six-foot stucco wall meant to block the view of Skyler's grotesque neighborhood... We each cracked a bottle of brew and squatted there like homeless bums drunk as fuck already rambling about god knows what... the memories are almost like silent color film... We were just getting comfortable when some old creep came out told us we had to clear ourselves off the premises... Wes hopped up like "Yes sir!" and started climbing the wall but I slowly moseyed around it carrying the bag of beers giving that stupid old man the evil eye... It'd only been less than an hour but when we checked again at Skyler's place the clan was just getting home... He had a son who was likely some congenital syphilitic drooling in a highchair at age five... I made a mental note-to-self: "avoid touching anything here"... We sat down at the kitchen table... Wes smoked a hit of Salvia first then I blasted one... Sklyler took one little hit stared into space vacantly for ten seconds then he leaped up and ran from the room jittering agitatedly with obvious panic and fear... Wes starts bellowing at him calling him a pussy which cracks me up—but Wes seems actively upset like his friend is embarrassing him pussing out like this... Eventually Skyler comes back looking quite stunned and cracks a brew lights a cigarette... We talk awhile—Skyler's creepy bald-headed brother glaring at me like a serial killer as I ramble my latest Salvia theory about the late Michael Jackson having possibly been the Archangel... Suddenly in the middle of a sentence I'm projectile vomiting much beer directly into the middle of the  room completely involuntarily—Gigantic gushing hiccups of pure beer flowing out warmly in a seemingly endless supply... Everybody basically grabbed my shoulders and ushered me out to the front yard where I was sat upon a bench... I sat there dizzy as fuck realizing it had gotten completely dark while I was in there rambling away and I was dressed nowhere near warm enough... I was shivering miserably in the cold night air... I got the impression they wanted me to leave so I said goodbye and walked back down Arrow street to the highway and made the long walk home...