I know the feeling of being drugged by summer. It was a rainy day. I arrived alone at the gate of the park. The smell of water resting in the trees made me feel like I had made a big mistake coming to the park that day. I looked through the iron gate and waited. I saw so many people that day. It was so strange and awe-inspiring in the worst way. I was soaked to the skin and wearing too much patchouli. Then I saw her. She was wearing a big black and white sun hat. Her chin was white and her lips were blood red. The sun began to shine behind her through the throng of moving people. There were at least a hundred sun-dappled moving beings. As she came closer to the gate where I stood, I quickly moved away. I didn't want her to see that I was watching her to see if she was watching me. I ran to the outdoor bathroom building in my mind. I jumped into a nearby tree in my mind. I changed my entire outfit in my mind. What was I thinking when I put on these clothes this morning, and in such a hurry, too? I drove here so fast, listening to music that espoused another place, another time from my car stereo. I heard words like "horn" and "microphone" and "lust", and now I was here, about to meet a girl I had met before. I turned around, and she was there, shining and nonplussed and dry. Dry, for some reason. She showed me an elephant she bought that was made out of wire and plastic beads. I pretended to be interested in the elephant. She said, "I have Sean's phone number. Want proof?" I didn't. She shoved her phone to my ear while it was set on speaker phone, apparently. I heard Sean's voice: "I'm not here. Leave me your message." Beep. Then she hung up the phone. I wanted to ask him what he ever saw in her, and why he didn't think to warn me that she lies. A lot. Perhaps being a liar and a spectre of sorts myself, I assumed that she was somehow better than me in the sense that she never ever told a lie to prospective boys of summer. I guess I was warned in a way. She leaned on my shoulder. I could see that her face was very downy. I think it was a side effect from the powerful drugs she had to take for her lungs. When I hugged her goodbye, I could feel the drugs in her body with my arms. So I was warned. It was the feeling of being drugged by summer.