It was only the second time I'd taken acid, but I
knew from the moment I put the tab on my tongue
that I was in for a heavy trip. Things immediately
got foggy. I don't remember how I got back to our
bedroom, but I do remember that when I got there
Winnie the Pooh was mocking me.
Ruth knew I was on the edge of a bad trip, so she
moved me out of the bedroom and away from Pooh
Bear as quickly as possible.
She took me into the bathroom, undressed me, and
threw me in the shower. The water was scalding, but
I didn't care. My mind and body were beginning
to separate. In fact, my mind seemed to have a
mind of its own.
I started to trip in the classic sense. I sat and
watched the curvature of the toilet bowl reshape
itself. I was starting to freak out. I asked Ruth how much
longer I had left. She paused, a wave of fear
rushing across her face. "An hour," she said. I
knew she was lying.