LSD

It was the first time I was ever in your car, and it was exciting. Firstly, because it was night time, and driving at night time is always a little exciting to me.  Secondly, because it was on a whim. When I answered "No, I havn't been to the pier",  you said "Let's go." And finally, it was exciting because you were a pretty crazy driver and I thought you might kill us. You drove fast, you made turns you probably shouldn't have, and all the while talking animatedly with your hands, or reaching into the backseat to show me a coin collection an uncle may have given you, and glancing away from the road, to me. You'd probably had a couple beers at this stage, and were a little high. You were always a little high.

We didn't die. We parked in an empty lot, and then I started to think about how I barely knew you. Like, in a creepy way. Can you believe that?! We passed the boats, tucked in for the night, and went through a tunnel and then there we were, standing right on the edge of the lake, the city lights burning amber not too far in the distance, and the deep dark mass of water ebbing oh so quietly against the pier.
I thought about how I couldn't swim, and how all you would have to do is give me the slightest little push and I would be a goner. My roomates didn't even know I was with you, nobody did, you'd never even go down for it. This is what I was thinking while, back in the real world, you were saying something profound, or at least pretty about the city and the lake and life. I wish I recalled what we talked about instead of just knowing I tried to estimate how deep the water was where we were and calculate my chances of survival. I remember feeling a little sigh of relief when we got back in the car. Can you believe that? RELIEF! Hahaha. But then once we were driving again, flying I never wanted to stop, and I didn't want to go home. I thought about suggesting we stop somewhere for ice cream, but didn't.