Chapter 9 Chapter nine

He had only been in London for less than a month when he met a girl who was giving him LSD, in fact, when he came across her, she was coming from Chelsea Pharmacy. A compound club opened on the King's Road in Chelsea, the original concept comes from the Paris Pharmacy (Le Dagstore). The exterior of the building is very trendy, and there are restaurants for evening meals, dance halls, evening pharmacies and record shops. Since the Rolling Stones In a song "You Can't Always Get What You Want" from 1969, I go to Chelsea Pharmacy to get your medicine, this club It became an instant hit.) Come out.Jeff strikes up a conversation with the girl, and when they talk about making Campari soda mixes, they both have a good laugh.Jeff said he went to the pharmacy to get his medicine, and he got exactly what he wanted.She thought it was funny, although of course she didn't know that the line was referring to the Rolling Stones song, which they wouldn't record for another year.

She told him her name was Sylvia, but everyone called her Sheila, which sounded like the singer Sheila.Black (Annotation: Cilla Black, a successful British singer in the 1960s, with many top hits.), have you heard it?Her parents both live in Brighton (she grimaces), but now shares a flat in South Kensington with two other young girls, and she's on a psychedelic trip called Granny. A small shop selling clothes and accessories opened on King's Road in the 1900s. In the Swing Sixties (Swing Sixties) era when rebellious spirit was the fashion standard, it was the first trend in London to flaunt the psychedelic style. store.), she can get everything for half price, like a blue plastic miniskirt and the yellow floral socks she's wearing now.

The things we have there are all the latest trends, you know, more than countdowns, cutting-edge fashion Britpop and rebellious sub-cultural pop forces, members of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones were their customers.) The new wave.Casey.McGowan often comes to do the shopping, Jane.Slapton (Annotation: Cathy McGowan), host of Britain's first rock music show "Ready Steady Go", can be said to be the fashion queen of the 1960s; Jane ．Jean Shrimpton (Jean Shrimpton, a British fashion model in the 1960s, famous for her sexy and glamorous sex, is the idol who swept the British youth pop subculture swing 60 in the 1960s.) Just came here yesterday.

Jeff nodded with a smile, ignoring her uninspiring chatter.What interested him was not the girl, but the medicine.He's been curious for a while, and hates to admit that he's afraid to try.The girl seems to take this as normal, and sees no obvious adverse effects on her (assuming she is naturally so lacking in vitality).At first he picked up this girl out of habit and for no other reason.He just drops a few comments on the latest Animals record under her arm, and within five minutes she's asking if he wants some.Well, why say no? He went back to the terrace on Sloane Street, where Sara was sleeping in bed with a guy she had met at the Dolly's the night before, and Jeff closed the door and quietly put Marianne in the living room.Faithful (Annotation: Marianne Faithful, British singer, actress. Acting career spanned nearly fifty years, became famous in the pop and rock music circles in the 1960s, and fell silent due to drug addiction in the 1970s, until the 1970s He didn’t make another comeback until the end of the 1990s.), and he asked Sheila if she wanted another drink.

If you want to take acid later, she said, acid doesn't go well with alcohol, you know? Jeff shrugged and poured the whiskey anyway.He needed alcohol to help him relax and relieve his anxiety about taking LSD.What's the big deal? The person in the other room is your wife?Sheila asked. No, just friends. Will she mind if I stay here? Jeff shook his head and laughed.not at all. Sheila smiled and pushed her straight brown hair away from her eyes. I never, you know, fucked with other girls.Except for my roommate, of course, because we don't have that many rooms. Well, she's my roommate, she won't have a problem.There's another room downstairs, where would you feel more comfortable?

She rummages through a yellow plastic bag of the same material as the dress and the same color as the socks.Eat the sour first, and then go downstairs after the effect of the medicine takes effect. Jeff took the little purple square in blotting paper from her hand and downed it with the last sip of whiskey.Sheila wanted some orange juice to go with it, and he took a can from the refrigerator. How long does it take to feel the effects of the medicine?he asks. it depends.did you have lunch today without. That was about half an hour, she said, maybe a little slower or a little faster. It turned out to be faster.Within 20 minutes, Jeff felt the surrounding walls turned into rubber, and he retreated and approached all of a sudden.He waited for the long-awaited vision to appear, but in vain.But everything around him seemed slightly and inexplicably skewed and had a shiny texture.

Do you feel it, honey?she asked. It's a little different than I imagined.The words that come out are clear, but the tongue feels very clumsy when speaking.Sheila's face morphed and flowed like a shell of hot wax.There was something obscenely gaudy about the lipstick and rouge on her face, as if they were just red paint covering her flesh. But awesome, isn't it? Jeff closed his eyes, and yes, he could see many patterns come to mind, layers upon layers of circles connected to an intricate, shimmering check pattern.He sees the wheel, the mandala, the hallucinatory symbol of eternal return and change, which ends up returning to where it started and starting again

Touch my socks, feel it.Sheila put his hands on her thighs, and the patterned yellow pantyhose began to transform into a textured landscape, illuminated by an eerie sun.The sun is also a part of the endless cycle, which is Sheila giggled and clamped his hands between her legs.will you take me downstairs nowYou'll see later how great it is to do this. Jeff did as she was told, though all he wanted to do was lie back and let his mind go round and round, in an unmatched sense of stillness and acceptance.Downstairs in the small room, Sheila stripped him naked, and her Kodan-painted fingers ran over him, leaving a cold flame where she touched.She took off the miniskirt and socks, took off the thin top over her head, and pressed his mouth to her right nipple.Driven more by curiosity than desire, he began to suck, like a baby suddenly aware of his place in the chains of existence, an all-knowing child who saw himself born, die, and reborn.

Sheela guided him into her body, and his cock hardened automatically.The walls of her moist and warm body are like something ancient and primal; she is Yin, receiving his vibrant Yang, and together they create endless cycles of regeneration, these Jeff opened his eyes, and the girl's face deformed again, becoming Ge Liqian.He is doing Ge Liqian.Fucking his own daughter, the daughter he gave life to but never really existed. He immediately withdrew from her in disgust. ah!The girl screamed in frustration as she reached out to take his limp cock and began to stroke it.Come on, darling, come on!

The waves in his head were no longer calming, constantly viciously lapping at his emotions.The circle and the wheel have no place in this cosmic chain, and no pattern can represent his mutated existence outside of time. The girl opened her blood red lips and began to suck on his cock.He pushed her face against the throbbing wall, trying to banish from his mind what he saw in her. Mind if we join the party?asked Shara, standing naked by the open door.Standing behind her was a thin young man with long messy hair and a pockmarked face.Sheila frowned uncertainly at the newcomer, then let go of her guard and let go of the sheet she had grabbed to cover her chest.

Maybe it will be good, Sheila said, your friend's physique seems not suitable for eating sour. acid?The young man spoke with excitement.Do you have acid? Sheila nodded and reached for the bag she had brought downstairs.Hey, give us some excitement, shall we?He said.Then he turned to Shara and said: Have you ever taken acid?That thing is awesome! So everyone goes to bed, does Jeff see Shara or Linda?While stroking the hair of Sheila and Ge Liqian, the stranger turned into Martin.Bailey, blood trickling from the gunshot wound he shot himself in the head, pouring into the sheets, Jeff and his wife's naked bodies soaked in blood, dead, everyone dead, except him, no one else He died a few times and he just couldn't die.He is the wheel, he is the circle. As they waited in the first-class lounge at San Francisco International Airport, Shara tapped her feet impatiently.Her face was framed by smooth, straight black hair, ghostly pale, the latest fashion.She bleached her brows to an almost invisible tint and wore lipstick like chalk.She wore an outrageous zebra-print op-art dress, with white leggings that culminated in her lack of color. How long is left now?she asked rudely. Jeff glanced at his watch.Should be open for boarding anytime. How long will it take to arrive? Four and a half hours to fly, he sighs, we've discussed it before. Anyway, I don't know why we are doing this trip.I thought you had had enough of the damn tropics.That's what you said before we left Brazil.Why do we suddenly have to go to Hawaii? I wanted some quiet solitude in the sun and a change of heart.I need a moment to think, okay?We've talked about this before. She gave him a mocking look.Yeah, you just think you've been through everything before, don't you? He stared back at her, doubting what he heard.What do you mean by that? Your bullshit about you reliving this life and reincarnation and stuff like that. Jeff turned from his uncomfortable seat and reached out to grab her wrist.Where did you hear that?i never let me go.As she spoke, she shook her hand vigorously to free him. God, you are so soft that you can't even get on a little girl, you're so dazed, you suddenly want to rush out, you grab me Shut up, Shara.Just tell me what you heard and where you heard it. Michael told me everything last year.She said you wanted to imbue her with mystical experiences, you told her you had died and come back to life.Just bullshit. The revelation of the truth felt like a slap in the face for Jeff.Of all the people he had ever known in any lifetime, only Mikhail had had some sympathy and understanding for him that made him willing to share his secrets with her.He had thought that she would have no value in what he told her, that she would treat it as a secret that had to be kept Why is his voice hoarse, why is she telling you? Because she finds it funny.Everyone felt that way, everyone we knew in Paris was laughing at you behind your back for months. He put his head in his hands, trying to understand what she had just said.I trusted Michael.he said softly.Shara snorted contemptuously.Yes, your special little girlfriend is amazing.I became friends with her first, as you know.Who do you think told her to jump on your bed and drag you out of that mood where you wallow in stupid, sullen fear most of the time?I was growing tired of you by then.I just want to have a good time and have fun.As long as Shang.Claude and I told her to go, and she'd be a goddamn monkey, so that's what we did.Aren't you lucky? A female voice who seemed to be out of reality began to call, and their flight had arrived.Jeff stumbled toward the gate in disbelief, with Shara walking beside him, a contented smile on her face.They found a spot on the right side of the new Boeing 707, just behind the wing.They packed their carry-on bags and fastened their seat belts, neither of them speaking.The female flight attendant came up and offered them candy and gum, but Jeff declined without saying a word.Shara took an orange-flavored hard candy and sucked it with relish. Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard Pan Am Flight 843 from San Francisco to Honolulu.Today's captain is Charles.Chimes, in the cockpit and co-pilot Fred.Miller, second officer Max.Webb, and flight engineer Fei District.Robertson.Our altitude is about Jeff stared out the window at the taupe runway slowly receding. In fact, he had no one to blame but himself.When he went to Las Vegas with the clear purpose of finding Shala, he had already set the tone of this rebirth as an absurd, sloppy, extravagant life. About half an hour after takeoff, we will start serving lunch.Please pay attention to the comfort of your journey when the do not smoke and please fasten your seat belt lights are on He wondered what it was supposed to feel, anger, frustration?Neither emotion would do him any good, and the damage was already done.Evidently no one believed him, not even Michael, what he had told her in Saint-Tropez.At least her and Shara's combined deceit hadn't posed a threat to him, it had only left him more isolated than before. The plane lifted off gracefully after accelerating on the runway.He glanced ahead of the cabin, and of course, without TV screens, TWA still had exclusive rights to show the in-flight video.It sucks, it would make him happier to have something to distract him. He looked out the window as the plane climbed up and over the busy coast road.He should have brought a book.Tom.Wolfe's Candy-Colored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby has just come out, and he wouldn't mind re-reading it . The jumbo jet shook violently and a dull explosion shook the plane.Jeff was horrified to see the right-side outboard engine tearing a jagged hole in the wing as it came loose from its mount and flew toward the city below.Kerosene spurted from the oil tanks at the wingtips, and then burst into a curly white flame from which splinters of molten metal flew. Look, the wings are on fire!shouted the man sitting behind him.The cabin was suddenly filled with screams and children's wailing. The third engine on the burning wing fell, and the plane banked wildly to the right.Jeff saw the houses that lived in the mountain passes, the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean, not a thousand feet below. Shara gripped his left hand tightly.He rubbed her back, and at this horrific moment, there was no hatred or regret on his face. He thought in fear, he had only started this erosive rebirth for two years, would he end up playing again so early in this violent situation?Although he had wholeheartedly cursed his repetitive life, he now desperately wanted it to go on. The plane shook again and banked further to the right.The Golden Gate Bridge was already in sight, its pylons frighteningly close. We're going to hit, Shara whispered eagerly, we're going to hit the bridge. No, Jeff said in a rough voice, we are still at a certain altitude.The plane did not fall much after the engine fell.Either way, we're not going to hit the bridge. It was the captain Chimes who spoke, and a calm voice came, ladies and gentlemen, we are in a little trouble now, okay, maybe this trouble is not that small. Now they flew back slowly, across the plains, toward the hills and hills of San Francisco. We're trying now, we're going to Travis Air Force Base, which is about forty miles away, because there's a nice long runway to land on.I will be quite busy before arriving, so please take your seats, and I will let the second officer, Webb, be responsible for reminding everyone of the things that must be paid attention to when landing. He didn't think we could make a successful landing, Shara cried and said, we're going to crash, I know we're going to crash! Be quiet, Jeff told her, the kids across the aisle will hear. This is the second co-pilot Max.Webb, there's an unfamiliar voice coming through the little loudspeaker, our plane is going to make an emergency landing on Travis in ten minutes, so Shara started to sob and Jeff squeezed her hand tighter.If you need to use an escape ladder, please remain calm.Remember, you must sit down and slide off the escape ladder.do not panic.On landing, which is likely to happen if the plane is very turbulent, lean forward in your seat, grab your ankles and lower yourself, or put your arms under your knees.Lean forward as much as possible.Do not move until instructed by the crew The plane was descending rapidly, and as it approached the vast military base, Jeff saw firefighting equipment and ambulances lined up on the longest of the criss-crossing empty runways. They began to circle in a wide circle just a few hundred feet from the base barracks and hangar.Jeff heard the jerk of the wheels coming down from the plane's undercarriage.The crew must have turned them down manually, he thought.The explosion may have damaged the aircraft's hydraulic system. Shara murmured beside him in what sounded like a prayer.Jeff looked out the window one last time and saw a whirlwind blowing up dust near the end of the runway where they were landing.This could cause trouble; the plane has already suffered a lot of damage, and if there is another turbulence at the last minute, well, it's no use thinking about it now.He withdrew his hand from Shara's and helped her into the fetal position, then tucked his head between his knees and gripped his ankles with both hands. The remaining engines burst out with the last of their power, and the plane pulled up to the left, then banked back just the same.The captain must have been trying to avoid that whirlwind, he must have been The wheels hit the ground, rubbing against the tarmac runway with a screeching sound, and seemed to hold back.The plane raced along the runway for only a few seconds, but it was excruciating.The engines were roaring again, and the plane was slowing down and stopping. They landed successfully. The passengers burst into cheers.After the flight attendant opened the emergency escape door, everyone scrambled to slide down the escape ladder.The badly damaged plane smelled strongly of motor oil, and Jeff could see from the outside that a clear, flammable liquid was gushing from the rip in the right wing.He pulled Shara to his side and sprinted away from the plane. After running for hundreds of yards, they collapsed exhausted on the strip of grass between the two runways.Military fire engines were dousing the Boeing 707 with white foam as terrified people circled around. Oh, Jeff, Shara put her arms around his neck and cried, her face on his shoulder.OMG, I'm so freaked out.i thought i thought He struggled to break free from her arms, pushed her aside, and stood up.The black and white makeup on her face slid down with lines of tears, and her Op Art dress was stained by the escape ladder, thick smoke and grass. Jeff looked around and saw what appeared to be the Operations Headquarters in a building to the left where emergency responders in asbestos uniforms and ambulances just returned from the hospital were busy.He started walking in that direction, leaving Shara lying alone on the grass sobbing. Jeff!she called after him.You can't leave me, not now!You can't leave me after this! Why not?He thought, he said it aloud, and walked on without looking back.