Day CCXXII

Dancing Walls

     About an hour later, the walls looked like silk curtains, weaving, and swaying to the music. I had never taken acid before, and didn’t know what was going. So I pulled George over, and asked him:

     “Yo man, watcha gots ina punch?”

     “Why?’

     “I feel kinna funny, man.”

     “Funny!” He said, his eyebrows raised.

     “Yea dude, like I tink I be hallucinatating, man.”

     “Aint nathan init, bwa…it jest a lil champain, vodka and Hawaiian punch, dude!”

     “Really!”

     “Why?”

     “I’ve bin hallucinatating, and I’ve never felt anything like that from any punch, dude.”

     “How ya na ya hallucinating if ya neva don done it befo?”

     “Man I read ya na, an I’ve red about it. I bin seeing da walls waving an shit, like they wuz silk coitins dancing ta music ina wind, man. Ain’t no punch gon make ya doodet.”

     “Really!”

     “Yea…ya ain’t been seeing no shit, man?”

     “Not at all!”

     “Honest, man. We need to ask somebody else, see if they bin hallucinatating too.”

     “Ya dint smoke a lil weed before ya come ova, uh?

     “No, no no! Watcha bin drinking?

     “A lil Dewars an watah!.”

     “Ya ain’t drunk ya own punch?”

     “Well yea, when I foist made it, I hadda na how it tasted.”

     “Not since?”

     “No man, just a lil scotch is all.”

     “Then if anybody else is feeling kinna funny, we na somebody laced it, dude.”

     “So let’s ask em?”

     “Okay, okay but les doodit discreetly okay, we doesn’t wanna panic nabody hea.”

     After about fifteen minutes, Sonia fessed up to George.

     “Yea man, I waned ta liven it up dude.”

     “So wat ya put init?”

     “A lil acid.”

     “How much?”

     “Jest a coupla tabs, ya gots a lotta punch da, dude.”

     “Yea but soma deeze guys ain’t neva had it befo, we don’t know how they gon react, ya na. Ya shuda asked me.”

     “Sorry, man.”

     “Ahhhh sheet…let’s jest enjoy oursefs okay.”