My Drug-Free Acid Trip

Hey ya'll, Carlo here.

I decided to go for a little jog yesterday, without really knowing the layout (if we are going to pretend it has any sort of coherence) of the community my father and Jeanette live in. Mistake.

To really get the idea of what this adventure was like, picture yourself taking LSD and then going for a run. You try to follow the roads but they keep curving all over the place and you forget which direction you're going. Suddenly, a double-lined road turns to a gravel lane, and you have to go another way. In front of you is a seemingly insurmountable hill that you can't quite find the top of... until you do, and then you see another up ahead. This cycle repeats over and over again -- you run until you can't run anymore, then you walk until that hurts too much too, then you just run again, because what else can you do?

But it is not all a bad trip. Every once in a while, you come across a field of horses, an incredibly vibrant community garden, a picturesque and deserted beach on the bay backed by freshwater wetlands, an airpark, the waterfront of the lake in the center of the community, a doe and her two fawn who are not remotely afraid of this sad limping creature before them .... shit, they think, that thing's so pathetic we really ought to just chase it instead.

It took me four hours until I was found (heading in the right direction finally) by my father. It took him two and a half to find me. They had called the cops to see if anyone had been hit by a car, and had also called security to tell them to keep an eye out for me. Bailey and Jeanette were also on the hunt for me.

Moral of the story: Do not let a Carlo out of your sight, because you might never find her again; or alternatively -- don't put LSD in Carlo's coffee before she goes for a run. I'm onto you, Dad.