Mr. Dave Takes A Trip; Is Empathy The Answer?

 

So. I find myself mostly happy today and not as unsettled as has been my typical disposition of late. I credit having come to grips with my sensibilities re: my mother and the early crop of tomatoes now appearing out to the big garden. Nothing says “Peace and harmony,” like a big helping of ham with a slice of sweet onion topped with thick slabs of purple Cherokee two-mater. Gram sometimes says, “Two-maters.” A fresh grind of salt and pepper and slap yo Momma!

Why do we say something is so good we want to slap our mother? That one has never made any sense to me. Not that I’ve never felt that urge, but that particular urge doesn’t strike me when things are good. Or when things are well either.

And speaking of urges, a word I’m told by my dictionary is rooted in the other word urgent, which confuses me because it seems that urge would be the root word. Or maybe the root is “urg” and now my brain hurts.

Ugh. I feel like that John Cleese character from Monty Python who used to say, “My brain… HURTS!” He said it just like that.

Actually, as I said before, I’m happy and quite pleased with myself. I’ve grown less apt to slap my mother since accepting that she is a right-wing religious asshole, and agreeing with her that I’m an ungrateful giant prick of a son.

And speaking of giant pricks, Mr. Dave cornered me yesterday when I was out to Gram’s potion pantry which is headquartered in the barn. Streaker Jones and Dixie came over last weekend and brought Gram some mushrooms grown from spoors gathered from cow patties down to Argentina somewhere. Gram used them in a summertime potion she calls “Bring on tha heat, bitch, I’m too stoned ta give a shit.”

I had just downed a taster of the magic mushroom juice when Mr. Dave walked into the pantry. I was washing away the taste of skunk venom with a guzzle of Carta Blanca beer when he did a polite cough and said to me, he said, “Uh, Mr. Johnson, might I ask a favor of you?” Gram sometimes uses skunk venom in her potions. Buy my stupid fucking book to learn why. You can clink on the linksters over there ====}}}}} to buy it.

“Mr. Dave, my giant-peckered savior, anything you want as long as you call me Mooner,” I told him. He had a grave look plastered to his face and he started to shuffle his feet. “Are you OK, Mr. Dave? Please don’t tell me your pecker is broken—I’ll get the doctor to race right over.” I might be tempted to kill myself if Mr. Dave can’t service all these Johnson women for me. I really don’t want to go backwards from the nice place I’m in.

“Oh, that’s not it, Mister, uh, M-Mooner. I was wondering if I might try some of that potion with you. I’ve never used any of those hippie drugs and I think I’ve missed out on some fun. I’ve missed out on a lot of fun in my life, Mooner, and you’ve taught me that life’s too short and precious to pass on the good times.”

“Alright, sir, then let’s us get you started with my primer for first time trippers,” I told him, and I did. We spent an hour drinking beers and discussing the many aspects of first time hallucinogenics consumption. Since I already knew that Mr. Dave has the health of a forty-year-old man, I didn’t feel compelled to make him get a physical first. So I dosed him from the little tincture bottle, took a second pull for myself, and we continued to talk of life and women and history and war and religion.

And as the potion started to work on his brain, the conversation turned to sex and he started to talk about sexing the Johnson family women. I do not EVER get wasted enough to hear that shit and I did my best to talk him onto less infertile ground. I had my laptop so I conjured up my bloggie and clicked the Roller and hit Squatlo’s place.

This linkster is what popped up:

http://squatlo-rant.blogspot.com/2012/05/take-ten-minutes-to-consider-evolution.html

 

Take a few minutes to watch this animated video about empathy and then come back. OK, now you know what Mr. Dave and I watched as he was taking his first trip with magic mushrooms.

We watched it maybe 36 times and found new meanings each of the 36 watches. My first movie while dosed by one of Gram’s potions was From Here To Eternity. It was a winter when I was just a kid and was receiving Gram’s potions for constipation, and the whole family went to the drive-in theater to see the movie. I was farting so much that they set me on a lawn chair in front of the car. All I really remember about the movie was that the actors were at the beach while I was freezing my ass off.

Anyway, Mr. Dave had a really good trip and has discovered the he one, really likes mushroom juice, and two, he’s going to get Mother to take a taste of mushrooms and watch the empathy video with him. “Your mother needs to loosen up and have some fun beside having sex with me.”

I told him I agree and added that he might want to make those requests before he sexes her—while her blood is running hot.

Me, I had another visit from god last night and I’ll tell y’all about that manana.

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3 Responses to “Mr. Dave Takes A Trip; Is Empathy The Answer?”

  1. Squatlo says:

    Why hell… if I’d known you were fixing to get all lubricated up and tie-dyed-eyed on my blobber I would’ve posted something a lot more visual for you guys to trip over! All that video did for me was make me even more determined to find a link between people who can’t seem to be bothered by the miseries of others and genetic inferiority, something I consider both a disability and a character flaw.

    I’m off to find the trippiest thing I can recommend for Mr. Dave’s next adventure in the Twilight Zone with you, Mooner. I’m thinking of something along the lines of “Dr. Strangelove: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb” or maybe “Slaughterhouse-Five: The Children’s Crusade”. Can’t get much trippier than those two. Billy Pilgrim carrying his elderly dog up the stairs of his empty house while the camera fades to Billy Pilgrim climbing the stairs from the bomb bunker under the slaughterhouse in Dresden is about as cosmic as it gets.

    So it goes…

  2. Father-of-the-Year Nominee, Mooner Johnson says:

    Squat. After my visit from god, I’m thinking Catch-22 might be a better reel of celulose to contemplate. As for Slaughterhouse-Five, I think our Mr. Dave needs to be more experienced before exposure to my favorite film. Paul Lazzaro’s single-minded intent to kill Billy and Ms. Montana Wildhack are not fodder for an inexperienced tripper.

    The opening scene of that movie, as simple as it is, is one of the most powerful few minutes on film. “I’m going to lose weight for you, Billy.”

  3. Squatlo says:

    My lovely daughter discovered “Catch 22” a few weeks back, came to me all excited about a great novel she’d just read… which made me proud because I read it at about the same age.

    “But she drives a Cadillac!”

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