Then I Heard What No One Ought To Hear On Their Very First LSD Trip

Like many folks I truly appreciate my brain. Love it, even.

In light of said concern for my grey matter, for my first (and unfortunately only) LSD trip I invested

plenty of time choosing a flight controller

and quality mind fuel and only fifteen

minutes after powering down the

runway on my inaugural flyby

my pilot, visibly trembling

asks “are you, uh, feeling

those tremors because

we uh, should not be

feeling that… maybe two

tabs was too much.” I could not

decipher the tangled jumble of letters plopping from all

ready paid El Capitano’s lie hole but as dude mumbled maaayydaaayy the

first sound wave pummeled me and within seconds music lifted me from the

couch with wave upon wave pinning me against the wall. So began the longest

and most interesting life altering 48 hours of my life.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.