Isaac Lewis

It had a reputation of giving such bad trips.

It didn't have much value to the druggies.

Just, uh, it looked like black ivy.

I had no interest in it, but I didn't like the way it looked.

So, uh,

Yeah, no real contact during the day between us.

We sort of separated as we went, just barely kept each other in sight.

Sometimes we'd pass and nod.

Sometimes Peter would get way far ahead.

That first night, all I could see of anyone was just a little glow, which I guess was his tent far away.

Emma didn't even bring one.

She just crashed in a sleeping bag on the side of the road, and it was odd because no one really seemed to want to talk.

We kept in our own spaces after maybe ten words of catching up.

We just retreated into our shells.

The next morning, I was already thinking I'd made a mistake.

We walked, and I'd go two, three hours without seeing Shannon or Emma, and Peter was just gone all day, somewhere way up ahead.

I couldn't settle my mind.

There was just no peaceful aspect to the walking at all.

It's just mental novocaine.

By the middle of the day, I just wanted to sleep again.