“I was a drummer,” he insisted, drawing my attention from his bulging belly, skin taut like a snare but less tympanic. My first solo paracentesis had history, jangling my nerves.
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“I was a drummer,” he insisted, drawing my attention from his bulging belly, skin taut like a snare but less tympanic. My first solo paracentesis had history, jangling my nerves.
I saw the tiny bright pink pill slide from the pocket of his khaki pants and onto his seat, then drop to the floor next to his desk.
My friend Gina force-feeds me crackers while I’m in hysterics, riding the climax of a bad mushroom trip.
The acid makes it hard to count the ravers. Hundreds? Thousands?
I'm giving this girl a ride back to college and on the New Jersey Turnpike she says, "Try? THC laced with acid." In my crowd, the studiers, we just smoke grass. Here is my chance to be cool.
The first live show I ever saw was the comedy duo Cheech & Chong at Toronto’s Massey Hall, circa 1974. My buddy Frank D’Lazzaro’s older brother Ricky scored the highly coveted tickets from his biker drug dealer.