Session With Lisa

A photo of Lisa, lying on Trolley’s bed, treat­ing her sur­face pierc­ing with salt water after a mid-day burn. The light was already com­ing through the win­dow, but the smoke made the indi­vid­ual rays dis­tin­guish­able. I’m pretty sat­is­fied with the way the colours turned out, although the pic­ture doesn’t really cap­ture how much darker the rest of the room was. Definitely a very par­tic­u­lar mood, like being under a flour­ish­ing tree on a sunny sum­mer day, with the cool feel­ing of grass underfoot.

Lisa is one of those peo­ple with which one can spend time with­out hav­ing to worry about run­ning out of things to say. She can do enough talk­ing to keep a con­ver­sa­tion going, so as long as the vibe is right, there are no awk­ward silences. She gave me a super for the first time, and I could barely move after­wards (although this is also par­tially be due to the hydro I gra­ciously got through Adam). It was a lit­tle scary to feel so out-of-control, but every­thing was com­fort­able enough for me to keep it together. I was peak­ing for more than an hour straight, some­thing I hadn’t expe­ri­enced since I first started, what Scarface would call, “back in the day”.

It’s always inter­est­ing to meet some­one from a totally dif­fer­ent group of ston­ers. Each group has their own style, rit­u­als, eti­quette. One can tell a lot from how some­one rolls, how long they take before pass­ing, how care­fully they cor­rect runs, or sim­ply how they act when they’re under the influ­ence. The ses­sion becomes a way for peo­ple to share their tra­di­tions with oth­ers, to dis­cover the char­ac­ters of peo­ple that may oth­er­wise remain hid­den behind the guard put up in every­day life. By tak­ing part, one becomes open in let­ting oth­ers know that one is com­fort­able enough to even act out of character.