"Rebecca Ore - Acid and Stoned Reindeer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ore Rebecca)

I had a spear and throwing stick with me, but these reindeer were acting so silly, I didn't have
the heart to kill one. The boy we'd traded a sister for said, "They get drunk eating the
mushrooms. If you drink their piss, you'll see visions and can fly and talk to them."

"How do you get their piss?" asked Flat Nan, ever practical except when she was trying to get
someone to sleep with her despite not having much in the way of breasts.

"Walk right up to them and ask," the boy said. He walked right up to one of the reindeer and
blew it.
I had Ro for that. Ro looked back at me, obviously thinking the same thing. Neither of us
wanted to eat the mushrooms or the yellow snow.

Al, who was always his alpha daddy's son, stabbed one of the reindeer and cut out the
bladder and began chasing the girls and squirting the piss into them. I walked over to one of
the reindeer and asked it to piss in my lamp. Oddly enough it did. The piss tasted nasty, but I
gulped it down and stood there. The reindeer looked at me. I looked at the reindeer.

And back in New York, I was telling someone, "Mushrooms, man, they will get you fucked up
almost as good as acid."

"Mushrooms will make you sick," the girl said.

"Not if you filter them through reindeers," I said.

"And you're going to get reindeers where in New York?" she replied.

And after the drugs took hold, the reindeer and I started chatting, and I started telling
someone the story, but in the old language, so he led me into a back bedroom and asked, "Do
you have any friends here?"

"The girl in the swing," I managed to get out in English. "The chair swing."

He led me back out and put me at her feet. I kept telling the story as I saw it unfolding in my
awake dream, but I don't remember if I managed to get the story all the way up to English or
not and I was careful to whisper so I didn't bother anyone. One girl started crying over in
another time, um, place in the party and someone pushed her out in the hall. These were a
tough drug people, not as friendly as the reindeer. It was important not to bother anyone.

I put my arm on the reindeer's shoulder and said, "Why do you want to get stoned? I'm never
going to do this again." Back in New York, I laughed.

The reindeer said, "Look, we're prey animals. We're too smart to forget that we're prey
animals, but it's a pain to be always knowing that you're a prey animal and that everything
from lions to dogs to you to eagles wants to kill and eat you or your children. So, since we
can't dumbly forget like the horses who hang around you despite you eating one or two of
them every so often, we pig out on mushrooms from time to time. So, kill me already."

"I can't kill you. I'm talking to you."

"That's the drug talking," the reindeer said.