Chapter 5

As best as I could tell, this was the song; ‘There was something something maybe a stoned white bird on a bicycle with a rabbit and there was too much haze, and they hit a walrus who went itchy coo while blowing a psychotic sky pilot with flowers in his hair.’ And it was sung by someone called The Dead Zappa Stone Birds. Although to be honest, I had, by this time, been inhaling. A lot.

It was going to be an interesting ride.

The first person who said anything more than a long, drawn out ‘dude’, said, “Hey, you’re that girl who was on that video that went viral last night! You know,” he said to the girl on his lap, “The one who was stripping? That was cool, man.” He nodded. They all nodded. Everything was very noddy.

Including me. I nodded too. I couldn’t see individual people. It was just vague and cloudy in the back of the van. The clouds varied with the tone of the music.

Someone said, “Beauty is an ugly concept.”