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.