I ran into my acid-eating friend Michael again yesterday- exactly one week after I met him for the first time. This time it was at work, as he wandered into Mom's Music, stumbling around in a drug-induced haze, laughing hysterically at bizarre hallucinations (he atempted to describe them) seen only by himself.
It was a very difficult situation, as there were several families around with small kids who were quite frightened- and with good reason.
Drugs are such wretched things. Few things depict the depravity that abounds in our culture with more clarity.