One day, not so long ago, two stoners went camping and smoked one bowl too many. They forgot that in the wilderness what seems idyllic during the day...
Every sound a dreadful otherworldly whisper, every bush a demon: oh yes, they were tripping hard. But manfully, they attempted to ignore it by talking about other things. Too bad one friend picks this moment to confess his psychic ability to sense trans dimensional demons.
What the hell do you say to that? Clearly late night forest confessions are a violation of the Guy Code. The man dam of fear has broken leaving the two guys like...
It's not a pretty site.
This classic short story started off slow as molasses in January but picked up speed. It's good to remember the old adage that just because you're paranoid does not mean they're not out to get you! :)
You made this seem like a cool book. :) I tried to read it a few years back but struggled with it being a slow burn. Maybe I need to revisit it at some point. Cool blog post. :)
ReplyDeleteHe writes like a less fantastical/outlandish Lovecraft so even a short story seems long. That said, it did pick up the pace.
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