18. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'11/21/7118. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Got up this morning just as the tops of those mountains across the valley caught some pink light, and I ran up to the outhouse and watched the light grow through the frost on the windows there. It's a Sunday and coming up pretty!
I have some cramps and a sort of desire to smoke a joint even before breakfast, otherwise I feel okay. I remember having another bad night of sleep last night. I thought I was dreaming of laughing but Vicki says I was groaning. Oh well.
Suzy said yesterday that she felt a physical attraction to me for a pretty long time, which blew my mind. She says Tom knows about it, even, and that he would dig the whole event and would like see her get closer to me or whatever. I didn't know what to say except "far out." We both let it go for now.
Laura just made one of those paper fortune-teller things where you pick a color and numbers and she fools with it and comes up with a reply. She just had Leelanee do
19. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A short Interlude19. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Around this time, an old Indian man named John came around the communes, looking for any hippies using peyote. Since there are a few John-s in this journal, I'll call this one "Old John." He was a great storyteller, as well as patient with the young men who wanted to learn Indian chants. I wanted to learn them, too, they were so much like the Latin Gregorian chants I used to sing in the children's choir. But I stayed out of sight. It was also rumored that Old John was sleeping with a young woman from the valley and I didn't want any hassles. The peyote was only used in meetings that lasted all night. Hippies didn't know what good peyote looked like and often ate rotten pieces. They were sick after that, until they 'acclimatized.' I never ate much at all. I was too interested in seeing how a meeting worked to get 'high.' Hippie-run meetings were entirely different than those run by Indians.
Back to the journal:
Cracks in the Prophecy:Chapter 2 Jason sat on his bed in silence looking down at the covers.Ian was patiently waiting for him to start speaking.Jason looked back up at his dad and finally spoke.Cracks in the Prophecy:Chapter 21 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Look.....what you did nearly scared me....I'm sorry but I.....just wanna learn my own way.....just don't put stress on me....,"Ian tilted his head as he looked at his son.He sighed and continued to sit in silence.Jason looked back up and continued to speak.
"My dream.....is to be just as strong as you and Mom....but you can't pressure me....I'm not a quick learner like Comet.....,"
"Well then....is that all you have to say?"Ian asked.Jason nodded slowly with his face full of passion.Ian smiled a little and put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Alright.....all you had to do was just speak but I guess you needed some time....just go train with your sister....,"
Jason walked out of his room and looked around trying to find his younger sister Comet.Comet was sor