Back in my salad years, I remember we'd smoke some sage and pack into a car with friends, then we'd drive along this long road real fast and kill the engine just so we could hear the car slowly die to a halt. I remember the sound of the tires would echo in my ears and ring real loud so that when the tires slowly began to roll over the tarmac, they'd sound like heavy drum beats in your chest.

One time we smoked a rediculously large amount of sage. My friend Alex began to freak out and stormed out of the house. We had no perception of time, so I began to worry when what seemed like hours had gone by and Alex was still nowhere to be found. I gathered some friends together and began an expedition to find homeboy.

As usual, we cruised down the long road, full speed- smoked out with the headlights illuminating the fog ahead of us. Suddenly, on the road, ahead of us, we saw Alex laying on the tarmac face down. We screeched to a hault and everyone rushed over shouting frantically. Alex was frozen still- probably dead. We all began to sober up, panic stricken and on the verge of a breakdown. We lifted him into the car and drove back to the house.

We reached the house and layed him near the fireplace hoping to warm him up. We were all dead scared because he was completely frozen. I remember a couple of people began to rush out of the house, scared that they'd be accused of some form of criminal activity, while others were threatening to call the paramedics. For some reason, I stood there with no though in my mind, just looking at the dancing fire behind him. I felt curcified by the moment- with no comprehension of time or space. Infact, I couldn't speak. The very thought of verbal speach had been nullifed from my mind and memory. I had never spoken before in my life.

As I was watching the dancing flames, Alex suddenly stood up. He seemed completely alive, like a teenager, maybe younger, but with a very arcane face. The whole room fell dead as we listened to Alex make the most profound speech I'd ever heard. He talked at length about God and piety and things I'd never even heard about. As strange as it is to say, I was overwhelmed with such emotion that I almost cried- yet I could not understand nor remember how to cry. I simply felt the emotion, like a sneeze about to come on but never full reaching maturity- and this feeling remained like this throughout what seemed like 4 hours of the speech.

Later that night, as we were laying on the sofas watching some derelict VHS film, we asked Alex exactly what it was that he was saying or what he meant. "But I have no memory of anything" he said. It was as though none of us could remember anything that had happened. Somehow, only fragments were left in our memory, of the entire night- driving down the highway, finding Alex on the ground face down on the road, the whole speech, it was like a rapture in reality. We laughed it off, grabbed some more extract, and smoked well into the afternoon- and that was the last time we ever spoke of the episode.

Where can I score some sage, loop?

Good story, Loop. Reminds me of my dope=car surfing days. Good times.

Smutmutant: I have a mate growing it.

Can you hook a nigga up?

Sure thing pal, but I must warn you this shit isn't friendly. You know what happens to peeps that smoke up the sage baby!

Is that from the film Leprechaun? Oh, and you will do more than get dusted. Sage is unforgiving.

It's from Leperchaun I forget the number.... I'm an experienced enough psychonaut to know when to heed a warning. Have you ever tried jimson weed? Somebody I knew of tried it and the woods were talking to him for weeks ever after.

No I normally don't like to smoke weed anyway. A very long time ago a friend of mine sprinkled crushed ecstacy on some weed, rolled it up and handed to me to smoke. Unknowingly I lit up and for the rest of the night I was tripping balls. It took quite for things to finally get back to normal but I found it rather annoying.

Now this experience compared to sage is the difference between drinking water and downing Barcardi 151 neat. With sage you loose the very idea of time so your experience seems to last 1000 years (if you can imagine that). Not really something I'd recommend.