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September 14, 2007
Zonked on mescaline, I became one with the cool wind which swept me across a grassy meadow, agitating golden hued leaves against a cerulean sky. The men, most high on acid, circulated joints and cheap wine “to take the edge off.” A beach bonfire sparked into twilight, framing the Zoom & Zonk flag, gently flapping from a driftwood pole.

Agreeing to a skinny dip, judi and I stripped, then meandered to the lake shore, where we splashed laughing. Startled, the men focused on the coals.

I remember feeling terribly self-conscious about my body then. Funny, I wouldn’t give a shit today!