joshua pryor

Hometown:

long beach ca, orange park fl, beaufort sc, granbury tx, 29 palms ca, wheeling wv, san antonio tx, morgantown wv, jacksonville fl, melbourne fl.....

Statement:

I am currently writing my first book of short stories and poems, here is an excerpt:

"......LSD, first introduced in the 1960's, is commonly known as acid and comes in many forms. LSD is a psychedelic drug that makes you see and hear things that are not necessarily there. It is a truly amazing experience if you are ready for it; not only mentally, but in a sense, you need the right maturity level to fuck with this stuff. But on an unusually warm spring afternoon in the beautiful northern panhandle of West Virginia, it came into my life in the liquid form. I was 14 years old; mentally, I was no older than 12, and I was just starting to hit puberty (i was a late bloomer, I remember sprouting that first batch of pubic hair in 9th grade, and thinking I was on top of the world ) so I was in no mind frame to be dropping acid. The twist to this is, I had no clue I was about to take a hit and a half of it. This guy, Kurt, was older than me, 18 to be exact, and had been known in out tightly nit community of elderly racists as the "neighborhood troublemaker." I was 14, and thought it was cool I was getting to smoke pot with him. 
So I meet up with Kurt behind a few old, run-down buildings off National Rd, and start smoking. Now that I think back on it, I thought it was weird that he had already had the glass piece packed before my arrival, but did not think to much of it. After about three hits, my vision and hearing started to narrow and things began to echo. I was 14, but I had been high before. I first smoked pot at 13, but never felt this way before. I instantly started to get paranoid (mistake number one). I could hear a dog yelping, I swore he was miles and miles away, but when I looked in that direction the dog was no more than 10-15 yards down the alley. I started to feel the back of my arms sway heavily from side to side, heavily yet old brick wall in front of me was breathing in a very weird suttle way. Yes, thats right, breathing. I instantly asked Kurt "did you lace this shit with something man?" "hahaha, yeah" was all I could make out of this mother fucker who just corrupted me at such an impressionable age. I remember him telling me he had to go home, and that I had to walk back to my house alone, and this is when my day of blue dogs, wrong houses, and voices truly started....."

Background:

I have always loved writing, but was never to hot on myself.  The past few years have made me realize that we only live once, and we should do what makes us happy.  Alot of the things I write deal with death, drugs, sex, anti-religion, personal experiences and music all in a comedic, heartfelt sort of way.  Enjoy.

Other:

www.myspace.com/righteousjosh

www.myspace.com/deathistheanswerprinting