My roommate Dan (the one who preceeded Darshan Salam, Child of the Rainbow... um... Children) used to sell acid. Then when he moved in with us, he stopped because we dropped it all. I used to come home from class, the lights would be out, Nurse With Wound would be on the stereo and a moment later the acid elves would crawl out of the closets and demand I stick my tongue out. It was horrible, horrible.