by
Charles Pendelton
Short Story: Memoir/Autobiography, Adventure
This chapter is titled - Demons wail in the chapel of Hell
As the effects of the hallucinogenic substance began to take hold of
us, I would attempt to absorb everything in my field of vision. It is an
astonishing fact you may not even be aware of but anything we see,
taste, smell, touch or hear can be reprocessed later, for the human mind
is nothing more than an elaborate computer. Most people, however, will
never be able to fully comprehend its awesome capabilities, and so they
destroy themselves early. John used it to act like a fool, blatantly
disregarding any potential good it may serve, while I, on the other
hand, used it delicately and with caution to study but more so,
perhaps benefit from its astounding gift. Indeed I would use it
to my advantage, otherwise I would be committing a mortal sin.
