The ether was wearing off. The acid was long gone. But
the mescaline was running strong. Good mescaline comes
on slow. First hour's all waiting, and then about
halfway through second hour. You start cursing the
creep who burned you because nothing's happening. And
then...Zang!
Come on now, let's all take some mescaline!
One of the things you learn after years of dealing
with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a
person, but never turn your back on a drug.
Shimmering, crisping...