Oliver Benjamin
This unexpected tidbit of amateur philosophy consoled me
greatly.
Huge led the way into the “Ting Tong” bungalow village. We
stashed our stuff and dragged ourselves out onto the beach where we
slept until noon. I awoke to find myself sunburned and starving.
Sitting up, I took in the sights. What a shame, I thought, that girls on
American beaches were required to wear so many clothes. Huge was
one step ahead of me, somehow navigating a conversation with a tall,
voluptuous, nearly naked blonde. He motioned for me to come over,
and as I shuffled to where they were laying, I noticed that the
Norwegian’s raven-haired friend was in fact completely naked. I sat
down cautiously and wished that I had been wearing my sunglasses.
It was virtually impossible not to stare.
“Jake, this is Helena and Helen. They’re from Norway. Ladies,
this is my friend Jake from America.”
“Hi, I’m Jake,” I said.
“You are very sunburnt,” said Helen, the more naked of the two.
“Thanks,” I said.
Huge came to my aid. “My buddy Jake here’s from Los Angeles.
He’s had a little too much sun today, but usually he’s a real
interesting conversationalist. Would you two like to join us for drinks
tonight?”
“We don’t drink,” said Helen softly.
“Really?” said Huge.
“Tonight we take acid,” Helena explained.
“Oh, right,” Huge nodded. “Well, why don’t we all take some
together?”
“That would be nice,” they both agreed.
“Great, well you’re in the Blue Lagoon Bungalows, right? We’ll
come get you around eight. See you soon!”
We got up and I waved silently goodbye, trying to flash a
winning smile.
“Dude, we are in there!” grunted Huge, “Did you see the way
Helen was checking you out?”
“She felt sorry for me. She thought I was retarded.”
“No she didn’t. She wanted you, man. Trust me.”
“Huge,” I said, “I’ve never taken acid before, have you?”
“No, I tried it once, but it only turned out to be some speed.”
“What if I freak out?”
“So you freak out. It’ll be a good experience.”
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