Fluffhead

If anyone gets the title of Fluffhead, it's me. The first time I took LSD, at fifteen, also happened to be the first time I ever heard the Grateful Dead, and it's the most significant event of my life, I think. It was at my friend's mom's basement, she was always working and he was super competent, so she never bothered us once. They had hung tennis balls at different heights all around the basement, and got a black light and a strobe light, and you would hit the tennis balls and turn on the strobe and black light, and turn off the ordinary lights, and it was a great effect. 

A few weeks later, I got hold of one of these. My estimation is that they were 400 micrograms, four times the standard dose. The only people who can afford to do that are the pigs. I bought it in the parking lot of Kennedy High School from a kid who had bought doses at a Dead show.

My friends were supposed to pick me up, and I was so impatient that I took it before they arrived, and they never arrived. I had to do the whole night by myself. At one point my dad was yelling at me, floating from side to side, spouting incomprehensible gibberish. Nothing came of it, though, I made it through the night. I don't recommend giving 400 micrograms to fifteen-year-olds. On second thought, I'ma leave that up to them.