(Mom, you might want to stop reading here....)
My friend Loo (nickname of course) was OBSESSED with the Smashing Pumpkins. Almost as obsessed as she was with speed or any speedy-like substance. She'd snort crystal for days while sitting at her kitchen table coloring one of these.
She had them taped up all over her apartment. It was a riot.
Anyway one night we were going to see the Smashing Pumpkins play at our college gymnasium. The campus was only a mile from her house so we decided to "pre-party" at her place and walk to the show. She didn't have any of her usual drug of choice that night so instead she was just drinking with the rest of us. After a few cocktails she decided rather than go without completely, we should pop some "minithins" (a.k.a ephedrine,) to give us a boost. I was not one to Just Say No at the time so I popped a few with her and anxiously awaited the buzz.
When we saw what time it was we realized that if we walked we'd never make it to the gym in time to see them start. So in a "minithin" frenzy we hopped on our bikes that were parked outside knowing we'd get there in just a jiffy rather than risk the long walk.
Boy were we right. By the time we reached the bike racks at the gym I was frantically looking around for my heart, which must have arrived a good five minutes before me. The two of us locked our bikes up, walked inside, and chain smoked throughout the entire set while I wondered if it was just guitar feedback vibrating in my chest, or my actual organs trying to kick their way out.
Yuck. I was a sweaty jumpy mess but I'll never forget the look on my friend's face when they'd play one of her favorite songs. And I will never be able to listen to that band without picturing some sort of velvet color-me-mine unicorn poster.
