haven't touched a hallucinogen since soph year of college when i figured a half-dozen geltabs and driving to six flags would pretty much be impossible to live up to in terms of sheer gluttony of stimuli, so that was my last blast with them and the only person crazy enough to join me burned out to bates and knocked some chick up, started losing his hair and lost his sportscar for room for babyseats.

i remember being depressed at the people as much as any roller-coaster i went on tripping face then having to sit in the parking lot until past dark waiting for my friend's open-eye shit to stop so we could drive halfway back across the state. comedy.