Prologue: Have a safe trip!

I tripped.

Technically, it wasn't a trip. But, I tripped.

There are trips you plan for, like when moving towards your classroom and your crush is crossing paths with you, so you trip and get attention. Whether the attention is pity or care, it doesn't matter because you succeeded in getting attention.

Another trip is the trippy kind.

Well, if you hadn't had this kind of trip yet, I don't know what to tell you. Still, this trip is the trip you get to elevate yourself to the level of god (and might meet him or her, so don't use excessively!), and be your most beautiful self!

I mean, make sure all the people with you are your peeps, yeah? You don't want to meet god all alone, trust me.

Other trips you plan for are for fun. Getting out of the country, heading towards the ocean, or just plain sightseeing.

Of course, some trips that aren't planned are much more fun. Having a spontaneous, out of the blue outing with friends makes you feel invincible. One minute you guys plan on getting fries, the next moment you're on a ferry to the mainland.

The next god fucked level trip is the trip most people who likes fantasy will not hesitate choosing. Some of these trips end up well, some don't. Hell, I know someone who tripped from the bathroom and went to god knows where.

Not on Earth anymore, that's for sure.

Now, I ain't tripping you. I really tripped. The trip of a lifetime (Get it? No? I'm gonna die).

Hell, I just opened the door to get my big mac, and voila!

Fuckin fuckity fuck, look at this **ck!

No, not a c*ck. It's a d*ck. Fuck. Its a bird! Not that kinda bird! The one on the water! The floaty ones!

Magnificent emerald feathers, long glossy neck, and eyes that stared through my soul.

"Quack the fuck!?"

My god, there's a duck. Did it just talk!?

It's eyed turned red, and with a heavy inhale, I could feel myself gravitating towards it. It's beak glowed black and purple, and opened wide.

At this point, all I thought in my head was… you guessed it.

"WHAT THE DFUCK!?"