Dee bent down out of the wind to roll the joint. She kept her marijuana in a little plastic pill bottle. Not that little a bottle, really—they’d already smoked two of the thin, yellow cigarettes, and it looked like there was still plenty ofstuff left.
There were fenced-in pastures on either side of the high-crowned asphalt road. Trees grew by the fences. Watching the trees go past was ... too much. Like green spaceships. Flying saucers.What if there’s a saucer hovering right behind the car , thought Conrad, his stomach tightening.Full of cops and aliens.
“How do you feel, Conrad?”
“Uh ... I ... I ... it’s hard to decide if this is pleasant or not.”
“Yeah. I like that about being high. Not having things be pleasant or not. Just, you know,there . Bein it.
Like a movie. Don’t you feel like we’re in a movie, Conrad?”
“I feel good, Dee. Thanks for doing this. I’ve never had enough grass to get stoned before. Just ... you know, six guys sharing one joint. Locking the door, and everybody saying, ‘How am I supposed to feel?’ ” Conrad burst into shrill laughter. “I alreadyknew from taking peyote last winter, and I didn’t even want to feel like that again. But this is different. This is fun. This is a really good high.”
“The Doors of Perceptionis about peyote. Mescaline, actually. I’ve never had a major psychedelic.
What’s it like? Did you see God?”
The MG hummed down a hill toward a shady stream. Cool ... dark ... safe. “You want to stop here and go wading, Dee? I’ll tell you about peyote in a second, but right now this requires ...” Conrad braked and pulled onto the road’s soft shoulder. Turned off the engine.
The angry whine of insects. Cow shit all over. Cops coming soon, no doubt, state troopers who would search their car and find Dee’s pill bottle and recognize Conrad from Skelton’s picture ...
Conrad restarted the car and pulled back onto the road. “I don’t think I want to stop, after all. I’m feeling a little paranoid. What are you majoring in, Dee?”
“Philosophy and religion. It’s all one department at San Jose. We’ve been studying a lot of the Eastern stuff. Lao-tzu, D. T. Suzuki. There’s so many wonderful things to read.”
“The secret of life,” said Conrad. “Have you found out what it is?”
“I feel like I know it when I’m high. It’s what we always said.All is One. ” She reached out and laid her hand on Conrad’s neck. “All part of the same thing. That’s Taoism, really, and mysticism, too. You know?”
Her little white hand was part of Conrad’s neck now, and the hot summer air was blowing right through them as they drove along. The car, alive in its own way, bore them past the plants and animals, beneath the big bright sky, with the flame-people somewhere high overhead. All is One, all the universe is together, no matter what. Conrad decided to stop worrying. Ifhe was a flame-person, how bad could the other ones be?
Dee withdrew her hand and lit the new joint. Passed it to Conrad. He sucked at it. The harsh, hot, grassy smoke, and the yellow paper tasting like banana.
“The secret of life,” said Conrad again. “It is, really, such a simple thing.All is One. I dig you absolutely, Dee. But ... still. There’s so many big fat books about it—don’t those books say something? And there’s still all the hard questions: Why does anything exist? What is time? What is matter made of?”
Stoned and merged as he was, these questions sounded a little ridiculous to Conrad, but he pressed on nonetheless. After all, if his only mission on Earth was to find out the secret of life, then there was no point in finishing the job too quickly. “All is One ...it’s great, but there’s more, isn’t there?”
“There’s different levels of knowing it. Two people mightsay the same thing, but mean something different. You end up back where you started, and it looks like a circle, but really it’s a helix. I mean, if ...”
The new joint was hitting Conrad hard. Dee’s well-chosen words scattered past him like a school of fish.
The road ahead looked utterly unfamiliar, and the car’s controls felt strange. Here came another stream, wider and deeper than the last one.
“Let’s go wading,” said Conrad, pulling off the road again.
“I thought you were too paranoid to stop.”
“Not anymore. Now I’m too stoned to drive.”
“Times like this I remember my favorite Zen saying,” said Dee.“Once you’re born, the worst has already happened.” She slipped off her shoes and hopped out of the car. “Let’s hit the curl, ho-dad!”
“Cowabunga!”
The afternoon passed in a happy blur of sound and color. Dee and Conrad waded, mostly, splashing around and watching the patterns of drops and ripples. There were water striders to chase, and some crawdad-holes to poke in. They made out a little, too. It was just the kind of unproductive, noncommercial afternoon that was beginning to make dope-smokers so unpopular with corporate America. And the cops never even showed up. “Do you do this a lot?” asked Conrad, as they motored back toward town. “Out in California?” The dope had pretty well worn off.
“The countryside’s nicer here. The grass there issharp . You can’t sit in it. But there’s the ocean, of course, and mountains in the east. There’s one boy I go hiking with a lot.” “Your boyfriend? Is he nice?” “Yes, he’s very nice. I’m glad to be settled on one guy. Sophomore year, I really went wild. I was fucking all kinds of guys.”
“I wish I’d been there.”
“We could have been fucking in high school, Conrad, if we’d just known how. When you get down to it, sex isn’t really that big a deal.”
“Oh, God, Dee, don’t torture me.” He leaned over and kissed her. “I know how to fuck now.”
“Yeah, only not by the side of the road. But who knows about tomorrow. Do you have a regular girlfriend?”
“She’s called Audrey Hayes. I think I’ll marry her after graduation. She’s in Switzerland now, her parents live there. I miss her, but I’m glad she’s not here today.” Conrad took Dee’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
He felt drained and happy. “This has really been a wonderful day.”
“You’re all set to get married?”
“Yeah, basically. I mean, that’s the next thing after college, isn’t it?”
“Aren’t you worried you’ll end up like all our parents? Married, and with a job and children—just slogging along?” “Yeah, I worry about getting old. But not all old people are robots. Look at artists and writers. Look at scientists. I don’t see why I have to end up like our parents.”
“I guess. And, when you think about it, who really knows what our parents are like.”
“Who knows what anyone’s like,” Conrad sighed. “Being human is so weird.”
“What are you doing tonight?”
“I’m having dinner at the Larsens’. And then ... I don’t know.” Conrad remembered the seven o’clock news. He’d be on it for sure, the size of a thumb. And the radio Hank had been working on all day. What if they started picking up saucer transmissions? “I’ve got to do something with Hank tonight.”
“Well, stop by if you go cruising. Bring us some beer. Sue’s always been hot for Hank, you know. She says that’s the main reason she went out with you.” They kissed some more in front of Sue’s house, and then Conrad headed over to the Larsens’. With the Bunger boys as well as her own four children to feed, Mrs. Larsen had opted for a buffet-style presentation. A meat loaf and a great bowl of potato salad sat on her kitchen table with the plates and flatware. Caldwell was on the back porch, already eating.
“Say, bro.” Caldwell looked as tired and happy as Conrad felt. “Food’s in there.”
“I see it. Where’s everybody else?”
“They’ll trickle in. The parents already got their food. They’re downstairs watching TV. Give me the keys before I forget.” “OK.” As he filled his plate, Conrad realized how hungry he was. He took double portions and sat down next to his brother.