one weekend my brother returned from brooklyn to the country with a miraculous bad of peyote buttons that he had purchased in washington square.
i saw an aztec warrior and preist that evening and i was able to glimpse beyond the fabric of the universe where there was a tear in the upper corner...the fabric was pulled away and the frame was visible...dully glowing neon orage latticework with stoic indians looking down at me...as good as the stuff is for understanding the world better, it was not the best thing to take before a rugby game...i was unning all over the place but my violence was unfocussed, more for violence sake, then the controlled violence that is neccessary for rugby accomplishments, i was penalized more in that game than in any other...but it was worth a shot..the opposite of mushrooms taht are good for your game....they help you access the neanderthal and enjoy the mud...one large cap is plenty, thirty minutes before the game....the best combination was probably when i was doing ginseng, bee pollen and ritalin before games...that combo made me fly around like a bumblebee...then i ran out of ritalin and my search for the propler supplementation had to switch yet again....when i was in great shap a simple guiness before the game served as carbo loading with the alcohol stimulating my inner asshole, i guess im siometimes an angry drunk when people try to hit me....redbull doesnt do anything except destroy my sleep that evening and i dont know how any of the fellows could even try that ephedra stuff, that shit is murder, you can almost feel the stroke coming on....one thing that was horrible to do before a game was blow as it constricted my throat and made it hard to breath, plus where ya gonna cut a line out? glucose is good shit at halftime, you get a nice rush of energy for about twenty minutes....then theres speed... tha louisiana exiles were notorious for their use of blach beauties back in the day when they were a fearsome sight to behold on the field...fired up southern azzkickers with tiny pupils snorting aand stomping like wild horses....all meth did for me was make me put people on stretchers and i didnt like the way that felt the next day so i stopped... theres enough violent impact in the proper course of play and you have to respect our opponents more than to take something that makes you a true sociopath...excpet for the dude from villanova, i didnt like him and he deserved the ride to the hospital...that would have happened anyway....the poor little second row from st joes is the one i felt bad about as i stomped his back so hard as he lay by the ball that he was holding his front as play stopped...fifteen years later and i wanna say sorry dude....i was still learning my limits....learning about how psyhotic i wanted to be...how much was too much, how much was just right like the little bitch with the porridge and the chairs in the bears house....there is enough room for physicality in the tackles, in the rucks, in the scrums in teh mauls to satisfy anyones thirst for contact....the extra shit and bad seeds that are out there will be dealt with eventually because you cant keep doing that and get over on the opposing fifteen guys, they will find you at a vulnerable spot and wreak their own havoc on you in revenge....i learned how dirty my tolerance was....im not saying i stoopped leaving footprints on people after that day, sometime you have to persuade people to get off your ball, but the key is to gradually increase the violence of your studs on their back, dragging them down the back once or twice is ususally enough to get the ball....and sometime you have to put your elbow in someones face when they are trying to be a tough guy in a tackle...you just have too...it aint a game for the delicate....and bruises are all part of the fun, as is experimenting with the machine that is your body in oreer to find the perfect rugby fuel....like that morning we drove down to norflok with the potomac athletic club and i discovered that cookie dough, chocolate milk and two chili dogs are not the best pregame meal in the world....live and learn...and occasionly pulke on the field...it takes the opponent out of their game when you wipe it in your hair before the next scrum....