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.