Originally Posted by Lackluster

I can still remember one sultry summer night in 1971. I dropped a 4 way of windowpane, and then went out driving with a friend of mine. there were a lot of bugs out, and as they hit the window, they exploded into fireworlks, and the line in the middle of the road split into 6, and it was all I could do to follow one of them.

What I really remember most was arriving home about 5 in the morning ,and my Mum was really p!ssed at me for having the car out so long. She was smoking a cigarette, and all I could do was follow the tracers from the lit end as they swirled off into space. AS she continued to chew me out for being 16, her face started to alter and become wavy at the edges. The skin then pulled back from her face and continued to melt until there was this skeleton looking at me with a ciggy dangling from the lower mandible, and so I was starting to freak out a little bit. I mumbled something about having a couple of beers (sensible enough to plea bargain, I was), and ran off to bed.

Once in the bed, I stared at the ceiling with the sound of crickets and buzzing things outside. As I became fixed on the chorus of critters, the sound started to intensify andthen it phase shifted on me. As it grew louder, some fingers appeared at my ceiling, then peeled back the corners until I could see the face of a greek god (or maybe it ws Roman [I know it wasn't Toltec cause it would have, like, sacrificed me already), and pretty soon the one god was joined by others, all in flowing robes like a giant pantheon of super beings festooning the ceiling of my room.

ah, drugs.........