Hippie (freelover) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-02 21:37:00 |
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Current music: | Janis Joplin- No reason for livin' |
Who: Hippie and Classic Rock
What: Drunken attempts at cheering up... or something like that
When: Wednesday night
Where: Their place at Watchtower
Warnings: Drug use, TBD
It was only the second day of December and Hippie was already a mess. She had taken what Classic had said to heart, she really had, and it wasn't like her to ever be so pessimistic, but there was something about December, something about the approach of the anniversary of Altamont that got her down into a funk that she could see no way out of.
She had spent the whole day in bed in the same position, laying on her side with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She hadn't moved since Classic had gotten up that morning. She occasionally took in a deep breath, letting it out shakily and closing her eyes, willing herself to get the fuck up and be happy. It was no use. Every so often she would feel prickles along those scars on her back. Stab wounds from Altamont nearly ready to open up and bleed again. It may have been 40 years ago, but it still felt fresh right then. The pain and yes, even betrayal, still felt raw.
The whole day, she cast her senses out, wrapping them around Classic and making sure he was still near. She couldn't muster up the energy to keep a hold on Marijuana or LSD, but Classic was right there and she needed him to stay that near.