‘Listen to it while stoned on some really good shit and
maybe some acid.’
Well, acid has been a fellow traveller of mine for a long
time, but not that sort of acid. I’ve never had the means, the opportunity, or
even the motive. Besides, my brain seems to have the capacity to manufacture a
little of an acceptable substitute of its own now and then. I’ve been known to
stroke the occasional beetle and wish it a heartfelt good evening, and get a
glow from so doing. That’s pretty acidic isn’t it, and it didn’t cost me a
penny, not even in damage to my reputation since nobody was looking. Lisa goes
on:
‘It’s a fucking experience.’
Ah, maybe not so sisterly after all. And it would make a
refreshing change, but maybe some things just aren’t worth the risk.
(I did used to get a strange sense of time being elongated
while smoking a joint and listening to Enya’s Smaointe after a hard day, but I don’t suppose that’s in the same
league. Not nearly mad enough.)
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