“I’m sorry, but I’m not up for the sort of frantic psychic rebalancing your hallucinogenic ramblings would create tonight.”

“Okay, I understand. I’m still going on though, you know performing. Even if I dissolve just a little of their reality it’ll be worth it.”

“Won’t work. Not with them. I mean all you got is some weak E and some shitty Trance. Your stuff won’t

get through.”

“Morrison did it with a lot less.”

“Morrison? He had 200 milligrams and a room full of heads and The Doors to back him up. Waves traveled further in the 60’s.”

“I can connect. Somehow.”

“Sedgwick they’re a bunch of academics. Most of them masturbate themselves to sleep every night reciting “The Wasteland”.”

“What am I supposed to do Amy? Piss this away because the audience is tough? You stay if you want, I’m going.”

“Okay Sed, it’s your crash, but mommy may not be here to wipe your nose and ass when you get back. Remember the last time you flamed out.”

“Fuck you. I was depressed, drunk. All that shit happened. You weren’t even here then. It was a fender-bender not a crash.”

“Oh come off it Sed. Two days locked in your bedroom, a pistol on the nightstand. Do you remember that shit? Do you? Jamie kicking in the door just before you pulled the trigger.”

“Yeah, I remember. I remember your ass smacked out on the couch while all that went on. Fucking A right Jamie kicked in the door. You didn’t.”

“We were both messed up then. I just don’t want to go back there. How much are you doing?”

“Not much, half a tab. Just enough to blur a little. I’ll keep the music low. The words will be enough.”

“Are you still pissed?”

“Yeah.”

“Try and use it. Bruise their brains and bang their hearts. Don’t be ignored and come back whole.”

“Not a fracture, I promise.”

“Drink lots of water with the E tonight champ.”

“Please don’t call me champ. It sounds like chump. Be here afterwards.”

“Sure.”

Inspiration hurts

Coddle me I’m so fucking weak.

Grind this performance.