Nobody knew what it was at the time, but something happened to Lori Lix. We had propelled ourselves into a world of hallucinogens and psychedelics, and swam around in the sounds and colors that only we could detect, but Lori never came back. The compass inside her head just shut off, and she simply lost her way. As a result, she wound up spending years inside the walls and fences of The Asylum where she watched life pass her by. And after a decade or so of being separated from her self and rebuilt from the ground up, she got the bright idea that it was okay for her to be returned to a world that she was completely unprepared to manage. As she stood at the fence that surrounded The Asylum, she looked down at the sleepy, little town of Penetanguishene that sat like a painting that had purposely been hung for the world to enjoy, she couldn’t remember if she had seen it before. All she knew was that it was just as lonely at the bottom as they said it was at the top, and that she needed to get the hell out of there. On a day like any other really, Lori Lix stood at the highway heading south with her thumb out, hoping to wind up anywhere other than where she had just been.
None of us had really thought about her much in the ten years or so since she went into The Asylum, except Tate I suppose, I mean he had been banging her since junior year. Not that he had been waiting for her or saving himself for her or any kind of bullshit like that, but I guess he must have felt guilty about not even trying to find out how she was doing up there. None of us did, and none of us were particularly proud of the fact that we had abandoned our friend. It was a weird time though, I mean I’m not making excuses or anything, but we were all out of control. I suppose that Lori just couldn’t manage the pace, I mean it was all moving insanely fast. We had no idea that she was coming home, and I’d like to believe that if we did we would have organized some sort of celebration or something, I mean I suppose it would have been the least we could do. As it turned out, the reunion was quite accidental and a bit unnerving, I mean we had absolutely no time to prepare or rehearse what we were going to say.
We were at Fran’s, enjoying our evening as we watched Tate, who had developed a thing for some waitress, try to get lucky. It was always the same thing everytime we went there, I mean If she was working, we had to sit in her section, but that was Tate, I mean he was always trying to get in there and everything. None of us could believe our eyes when Lori Lix walked in and sat down alone at the counter. I think Farberman saw her first, but it didn’t take long for her to notice us. The universe seemed to stand still, if just for a moment, as if it were trying to give us all a little bit of time to figure out what the fuck we were going to say to one another. I don’t think any of us had ever been that uncomfortable before, I mean even though it felt like such a long time ago, the scars still hadn’t healed. As soon as we saw her, it all came rushing back, I mean the betrayal and the guilt were as palpable as if it had all happened yesterday. It was Lori who made the first move, I mean she’d always been more decisive, if not messed up than the rest of us, and as she walked towards us, Tate took a dive and slid under the table. “What the hell am I gonna say?” he asked as he disappeared below. Before anyone could answer, Lori was there, standing at our table. She looked great, I mean she always did, but ten years hadn’t really seemed to changed her at all. She was as hot as she was the last time I saw her, I mean I would have done her right there under the table at Fran’s, if Tate wasn’t already occupying the space.
“Its nice to see that some things never change,” she said. “I mean you guys are all still hanging out together.”
“Have a seat.” someone said, offering her the chair vacated by Tate’s voyage to the floor.
“That’s okay.” she said. ” But Tate’s gonna need it as soon as he comes up for air. He can’t stay down there forever.” She could always make me laugh, and as melodramatically as he could, Tate clawed his way up off the floor and sat in the empty chair. He had a hard time looking at her, I mean he must have been embarrassed as hell being caught hiding under the table. Lori didn’t seem to care either way, I mean she didn’t even seem to mind the attention he was giving to the waitress who was continuously hovering around Tate. I suppose she was just glad to be back, I mean it was ten years ago and I guess she was over it. I hoped she was, I mean with Tate back in his chair the space under the table had become available. We didn’t really talk about her stay at The Asylum, I mean I don’t think any of us knew how to bring it up or anything. There was so much that I wanted to know though, and I suppose Lori could sense it, I mean she answered before I even had a chance to ask. “It wasn’t as horrible as you might think.” she blurted out as we stood outside smoking a cigarette. “But it wasn’t about getting us well.” she continued, “It was just about keeping quiet.”
She said that the inmates were always wasted, being regularly plied with drugs and electroshock, which seems to happen often when those in charge are just as disturbed as those they have been asked to care for. It never really surprised me, I mean its the circle of life, really. Sooner or later, the monkeys always wind up running the zoo. Lori talked about how they were stripped of what made them unique until they were all vacant and hollow, in order for the monkeys to rebuild them in a more socially acceptable way. I wasn’t sure if she was any better than before she went up to The Asylum, I mean she said she was, but it was hard to believe most of what she was telling me. She said that the women were forced to service any of the staff who were interested, and it would often go on for hours and hours, sometimes long after one of them had already passed out. She told me there was this on guard who was much older than her, who would sometimes sit and talk with her, and occasionally bring her books to read, like Hemmingway, and Steinbeck. One day he brought her a stone that he said he found on the beach years ago, and had been carrying it with him ever since. He called it the Penetanguishene Pearl, and said that it had kept him safe for years, and he wanted Lori to have it. She pulled a wad of tissue out of her jacket pocket and showed me the pearl that lay inside. It was a pebble really, I mean it wasn’t a pearl. It was nothing more than some worthless, little stones that line beaches all over the place. Lori was convinced though that it had brought her luck, and it brought me home. It was difficult to listen to her talk about the magic it possessed, I mean I knew she had lost her mind and everything, but I had genuinely hoped that while at The Asylum she had found it.
“There was all kinds of weird shit was going on around there” she said ” but I knew that as long as I had the pearl, I’d be safe. All I wanted though, was to get the hell out of there, you know, and I thought that’s why he gave me the pearl. I knew that if I just hung on to it and thought about what I really wanted hard enough, it would happen.”
“And you really believe that?” I asked.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied. She was, I mean there was no doubt about it, but I wasn’t convinced that the pearl had anything to do with it. “I wished and hoped for a way out” she continued “and then one day I was able to walk out of the front gate and make my way back home.” It was hard to believe that they had let her out, I mean I was sure that she was still lost in the colors and sounds that no one else could detect. Whatever claims she wanted to make, whatever she chose to believe, I was certain that she had somehow escaped from The Asylum, I mean it was becoming quite obvious that she was still in need of help, and it was equally obvious that someone would be looking for her. Its not that it hasn’t happened before, I mean I’m pretty sure that shit like that happens all of the time, but Lori Lix was still as lost as she was ten years earlier. It was only a matter of time before they found her, I mean sooner or later she was going back.
It didn’t take long for the authorities to find her, I mean she was only out for about a week when they showed up to find her standing in front of some greenhouses at Allen Gardens, where the old Larry’s Hideaway used to stand. We all thought that Farberman had called the authorities, but it turned out that she called herself, I mean it wasn’t what she had thought it would be. Nothing made much sense for her, I mean she couldn’t seem to find a way to feel like she belonged. Before they drove her away, she gave me the pebble, informing me that she no longer needed it, I mean she understood that what she wanted was the past, and she could never have that again. She was planning on resigning herself to the present with goals towards the future. “Carry the pearl with you” she told me, “and everything you want will just happen. Its magic, you know.” I suppose it must have appeared that way to her, but I was beginning to hope that it really was, I mean all I would really want to happen was for Lori Lix to find her way out of the darkness and come home for good. I suppose that’s why I still carry that Penetanguishene Pearl wrapped in tissue in my pocket.