Catharsizing Spontaneous Tryp

by phil on Saturday Sep 11, 2004 4:34 PM

I ejected out of this mansion in Los Altos Hills, in just my shorts n' sandals. Into the wilderness, into the high heat of 2pm, I got lost among hopping deer, hoping for pain.

My skin became salmon-colored, and my feet blistered and leadened. Upon returning after an hour and a half of a failed continuous run, I sprinted from the sliding doors to the pool into a Bill Murray-style cannonball.

Came back, showered, and partially dressed myself up.

While my feet hurt so much, socks never felt so good.