To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Sunday June 13th, 1999 15:06PM
Subject: Coming down
Okay, I’m coming down hard. You too I bet.
But it was great to bump into you at the dance party (what did you call it) The 1999 annual glow sticks and herpes ball. Small world, hey.
And I’ve been thinking about the question you asked;
“Was I there because of you?”
I’ve been thinking about this for the past couple of hours and I’m actually not sure. This was my thought process:
It was a Saturday night.
I didn’t have anything to do.
Elsa (flat mate) asked if I wanted to come. I thought about it. I had never been to a dance party before. I’m a little Amish about hallucinogenics. I’m a little bit of a control freak - as you’ve probably guessed.
I’d also hate to giggle while raising a barn (and deep down I’m a little scared of men circumference beards)
But whatever. Fight your fear, right?
So I took the drugs.
I was still a little scared.
Then I felt good. I felt really good.
I loved my teeth.
I loved washing my hands.
I loved those dancing around me. Though didn’t think of them as individuals – more like a one big person.
I loved the music - Buscemi, Fila Brazillia and demitri from paris…
I loved the moon. I really loved the moon. Thought it looked ‘like a big boiled egg’ as you’d say…
Then I saw you and Marcus. I loved you too.
Of course I guessed you might be there. But I didn’t look for you. That wasn’t the point. I guessed I might bump into you. And if I did that was a bonus (oops - wrote boner there initially).
But, after all that and deeply reflecting about your question – was I there because of you?
Answer: I don’t think so.
That being said – what a beautiful dawn, hey? It was chilled and pink and marvellous. I had such excitement of the new day – a new world. And you looked so happy with Marcus. His shoulder really suits your head.
But I do feel a little shitty now – tried washing my hands again and it wasn’t the same. I might go back to bed.
PS Elsa thought you seemed like a really nice person btw.