The four young men left and I was only too glad to have my place back. It was mid April and nature was already celebrating the new life of Spring. I reached for one of my little tabs of acid, my magic postage stamps. I looked at it. I had just eaten dinner, some vegetarian casserole probably full of cheese and beans and I looked at the little green paper square with the Masonic Eye printed on one side (eye inside a triangle) and thought, hmm...dessert?
I swallowed it. Then I ate an orange. I sat on my bed and waited. Soon I felt a weird unpleasant churning in my stomach and then the palm leaves in my green rug were all waving in synchrony like in a tropic breeze. I knew I was getting off and decided on a sunset walk. Down the street a little girl of six or seven dressed in an intensely turquoise cardigan approached me with her palm up and said "Do you like worms?" I stood and stared grinning like an idiot at the little worm wriggling slowly in her outstretched hand. I stopped by some friends for a couple of minutes then boarded a bus. By the time the bus had reached the end of its route it was already dark. I walked down to Fourth Avenue where I hitch hiked. A young man of around my age picked me up. I mentioned that I was high on acid and we had a rather intriguing and pleasant chat about it though he also thought my plan to go walking in the woods at night a bit hare-brained, to say the least. At my request he dropped me off at a trail entrance in the University Endowment Lands, now called Pacific Spirit Park. I wandered along the trail, then climbed down through the bush to the bottom of a ravine. I felt lost and unable to make my way back up. I heard some people from up above. I called out to them for help and they vocally guided me as I climbed up to the top. They were three youths out for a night ramble. They escorted me to the road and I thanked them for their kindness.
As I walked back towards the city I was overwhelmed by a sudden regret for what I had done and was overcome by an intense fear of my mother, of what she would do and say if she found out that I had taken LSD? I continued walking a considerable distance till I got to Broadway and Alma where I boarded a bus. It was an old-fashioned trolley bus
and soon it was boarded by a swarm of little girls all dressed up like brownies. Well, I guess they were brownies but I was still whacked out of my little gourd on acid so to me they were dressed up like brownies. I didn't really know what they were underneath the uniforms because in my state it wouldn't have mattered if they were little girls or seven foot trannies. They had a very funny way of moving, I thought, as though they were little machines moving at an electronically controlled rhythm and pace. Then it was that I understood that these children were not free, and that likely none of us was free. We were all oppressed by controlling forces we knew nothing about.
When I arrived home K was there already for a visit (K had a key) and I was still obsessed about my mother finding out that I was stoned on acid. I fell down on the floor weeping. I got over it after a while (and the next day apologized about the racket I made to my neighbour downstairs who was in equal parts compassionate and understanding) I came out of it then other friends phoned and dropped over to visit. I was peacefully coming down at two in the morning while the five of us sat around together in an all night diner stuffing ourselves on cheap pie and coffee.
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