Dave in Houston wrote:

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

It was HIGH times!

Not if you're the guy who has to stay straight
enough to deal with Suits and Uniforms - alas
- a role I was often assigned - often by default
rather than choice. On the plus side though,
I'm one of the few who actually remember most
of it - even behind some Hells Angles Window Pane
Acid. It's a gift, or a curse depending on how you
look at it, being The Responsible One.

Having to find out if a friend's father was killed
in a plane crash - in the middle of a mescaline
trip - will really test one's ability to focus. He
wasn't on the plane that crashed at La Guardia
that night - with no survivors.