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The Story (cont.) Part IV
May. 22nd, 2005 12:31 pmThis is part IV of an on-going travel story. If you'd like to read this story from the beginning, scroll down to the entry dated April 30, read that and scroll up from there to follow the story.
After he lost his mind and "found God" it was too painful for me to speak his name so I began to refer to him as "Nutmeg Boy" or just "Nutmeg."
It took months, years even, to piece together the events that culminated in his disappearance. Even today, eleven years later, we don’t fully understand everything that happened, mainly, whether it was an allergic reaction to the nutmeg or some kind of mental breakdown or the gnarled finger of God.
But what we do know is this:
On January 10th, 1994, at 2:00pm, he mixed three heaping tablespoons of nutmeg in a glass of orange juice and choked it down, something he had read about nutmeg inducing an altered state of consciousness if consumed in large amounts.
That night I dreamt a gun salesman broke into my house while I was sleeping, only to demonstrate the need for his product. His sales pitch was so convincing I woke up wondering if I should get a gun.
This was only the beginning of the unravelling; a foreshock really, a minuscule premonition of things to come. He disappeared for three days, apparently wandering the city in a tortured, psychotic frame of mind until a woman looked out her window and saw a man kneeling in the snow in her front yard and called 911...
After he lost his mind and "found God" it was too painful for me to speak his name so I began to refer to him as "Nutmeg Boy" or just "Nutmeg."
It took months, years even, to piece together the events that culminated in his disappearance. Even today, eleven years later, we don’t fully understand everything that happened, mainly, whether it was an allergic reaction to the nutmeg or some kind of mental breakdown or the gnarled finger of God.
But what we do know is this:
On January 10th, 1994, at 2:00pm, he mixed three heaping tablespoons of nutmeg in a glass of orange juice and choked it down, something he had read about nutmeg inducing an altered state of consciousness if consumed in large amounts.
That night I dreamt a gun salesman broke into my house while I was sleeping, only to demonstrate the need for his product. His sales pitch was so convincing I woke up wondering if I should get a gun.
This was only the beginning of the unravelling; a foreshock really, a minuscule premonition of things to come. He disappeared for three days, apparently wandering the city in a tortured, psychotic frame of mind until a woman looked out her window and saw a man kneeling in the snow in her front yard and called 911...
