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The girls wanted to go to the pier, a pier that's now long gone. Old
wooden timbers washed away by a long forgotten hurricane and replaced by
a concrete and steel pier three times as long. The old wooden pier had
ambiance and creosol, with lovers initials carved into it. By the time
we had reached the pier the girls were staggered by the juice. I've
never done Quaaludes and shroom juice but it was a combination which
sounded sort of promising.



The girls kept laughing uncontrollably, talking loudly about the purple lights on the edge of the pier. It was reaching the point that even amongst a
drunk and stoned crowd they were becoming noticeable. Wade, grabbed the
girl by the arms,



"Look!" he said, "I want to party with you and get to know you but I ain't going to jail with you!"



I think it was the "J" word that sobered them up.



In one of Panama Cities near endless ironies, that while it was illegal
to drink beer on the beach. It is legal for all the stores along the
beach to sell beer, so you have to figure that one out by yourself, I
can't help you. Wade went in to get us a six pack and I stood
ministerial duties as Jimmy and the quiet one had disappeared. Sure, I
looked cool trying to hold up two attractive girls high on Quaaludes and
shroom juice, but it was harder than it appeared.Wade soon returned
with the beer as the girls began saying that they wanted to go out to
the end of the pier.



"Are you sure about that?" I asked, "It's not exactly dry land you know?"



"Yeah, yeah," they insisted. So as we began, I unwrapped the disturbing
Batman towel from around the shrooms. We had barely drank a half a
gallon. Wade had his arm around the girl trying to be romantic while
trying to hold her up."I carried the beer and the shrooms while trying
to act respectable even if incapable of the real thing.



As we walked towards the end of the pier, I took a long swig of shrooms
and passed them to the blonde girl. The look on her face told me that
she was riding the roller coaster. There was a crowd at the end of the pier, kids not doing nothing; but just being there, just being anywhere, among their own, free from mom and dad. Mostly they were kids just
trying to figure out what to do with their lives by first taking a
vacation.



I wanted to smoke a joint but I knew in this crowd that I would be
wasting it, then the loud girl with Wade started talking about the
purple lights again and purple surf and purple stars.



Someone in the crowd asked, "What purple lights are you talking about baby?"



Without hesitation she answers, "They've got f*cking shroom juice" pointing to us, "and that sh*t is great!"



I winced and looked over the side of the pier contemplating my chances
if I jumped. Here we were on the end of a long pier with only one way
off and she's just told the crowd that we're in possession of
hallucinogenics, not to mention one or two joints and maybe fifteen
white cross hits of speed. We would have kept one good cop buried in
paper work until the shift change.



So a guy asks, "I'll give you five bucks for a glass" but before I could answer Wade said "Ten."



"How do I know it's worth ten?" the guy answered.



"Look at the assembled multitude my friend" Wade says as he pointed to us. "Your eyes don't deceive you."



By then the rush was on, crowds were lining up with their money in their
hands for mother Mary's mighty mushroom elixir. In ten minutes the
shroom juice was gone and the bottom of the gallon had been far better
than the top. Fractals and rambling talk about Judy Garland were
everywhere.


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