But some of my favorite passengers have!.........Not in the cab to my knowledge.
I picked up a bunch of my regulars from Hamburger Pattie's to take them home. This late 20s to maybe a couple of 30s bunch is usually pretty animated by the end of their evening, as they were when they loaded up into the van Saturday night. I'd been all over town with my 60s on 6 playing on the satellite radio most of the night........loud. It was a beautiful night: Warm, light breeze: So psychedelic.
The only guy in the bunch commented that the music sounded like an acid trip: And it was on: She described how the one and only trip she ever took happened when she was 14 years old. She felt so awful, she went home and told her mom she was sick. Her mom thought she looked pretty sick too; made her some chicken noodle soup. But she couldn't eat the soup, because the noodles were yelling at her.
Well ya know; I've heard that acid is like that: A guy I dated one summer was known as "The Pharmacist". He sampled his wares regularly. Told me the worst trip he'd had wasn't all that bad. He was amused by the little green gremlins crawling all over him. Just laid back and watched to see what they'd do. I wasn't sure I believed him: Sounded like all the other acid stories I'd heard. I believe my regular from Saturday night though. But I think it's weird that a drug could pretty much put you in Toon Town. All the trips I have ever heard about sound like cartoons. Maybe everyone who has ever had one was raised in front of the TV.
Mr. Pharmacist convinced me to sample some mushrooms once: "They're natural", he explained. I did take a little. And nothing happened. I actually forgot I took any: Until a few weeks later, when he offered them up again, and I thought: Well why not: They're natural, and they don't have any affect on me. We were at the home of a couple I met just that night, for spaghetti dinner before a New Rider's concert at the Palms. I put the mushrooms in my spaghetti. They all watched me as I ate the spaghetti. I felt fine: Until I stood up. I was so nauseated, I thought I was going to die. Mr. Pharm assured me I would be OK, and that he would stay by me till it was over. I was still nauseated when we all piled into the host couple's compact car. But, it faded away, and I thought I was fine as I tried to get out in a field of dried grass and weeds at the Palms. My arms and legs seemed to take off without me. I was walking just fine, but going real slow, because I wasn't sure my legs were attached. I didn't know where my feet would land, because I didn't know how long my legs were. They seemed to be about 6 feet long, and it made me very uncoordinated. We made it almost to the big barn doors, when Pharm let me sit down in the weeds. I was OK with that. Then the 3 all went inside without me: Wow. I don't know how long I sat there. Pharm came back out, and led me in. Host couple were sitting in front of us. The show was amazing. The lead guitarist was jumping up in the air several feet. He did that for most of the show. I was scanning the crowd, and watching the guitarist jump. Everyone in the crowd was happy. They were all smiling: Everybody. Ms. Hostess turned around and looked at me. I looked at her. She said: "You don't have to be so hostile!". I looked at her. She seemed so hostile. I looked back at the jumping guitarist, and wondered if my ride back was in jeopardy. It seemed like the concert didn't last very long. I was happy that all of those people in the audience were so happy. Shiny happy people holding hands! My legs worked better on the way back to the car, but I was silent the whole rest of the night, because I didn't want anyone to think I was hostile.
Pharm and I went on our way on foot once we got back to Host couple's lovely Davis home. Pharm lived in a 3 bedroom house with 4 other people. I'd heard that this stuff makes sex a mind blowing experience. Maybe it does. Most of the sex I'd had most of my life before that night was better, even with him.
He had something to do the next day early. I had paid the sitter to watch my boys the whole weekend, but I decided I needed to get them early. I caught a bus to West Sac, and then another to Natomas. Then I drove to the sitter's to collect the boys.
Decided then I'd tried all the mind altering stuff I ever wanted to. Decided not to be available when Mr. Pharm came a callin too.
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