I Put A Spell On You

Tripping The Light Fantabulous

LSD distorts your perceptions. Familiar faces look like strangers, strangers look like lamp posts, and lamp posts look like candy canes. It's safe to say that if you find a woman beautiful while you're tripping your balls off that she's practically a goddess when you're straight. George Clinton once said that if you remembered the 70's you weren't there. The same goes for Pittsburgh during the mid to late 90’s. I spent the better part of 1996 basically living on another planet between the LSD, , pot, and a whole host of other things that man was probably not meant to consume. I was... expanding my horizons, so to speak when I met Carrie. My buddy Steve came into the 'Hive with her while I was swilling a cup of coffee and contemplating the fact that the fans were melting.

Steve had previously said that he'd gotten himself a new girlfriend, and repeatedly praised her beauty. I kinda took that with a grain of Lot's wife 'cause Steve was always talking out of his ass, but here he walks in with what I can only describe as an angel. Her hair was what I've heard called bunny brown, but had never been able to place a color to that. Blue eyes. Clear complexion (Again, I'd heard the term "porcelain skin" but never really had a frame of reference for it). Full lips tinted a dark red. A cute little button nose. Her hourglass figure was encased in black lace and denim, which didn't really surprise me since Steve had always had a thing for goth chicks. Came with the territory I suppose, Steve was my Storyteller for a Vampire: The Masquerade game.

They came over and sat down at my corner table, and the three mouths on Steve's face introduced her. She smiled while Steve's face melted. My intelligent reply was something to the effect of "Glorb."