Lysergic acid diethylamide?
Talk about a blast:
Disney World. The Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg FL…
We would open packs of Smarties candies, drop the acid on one, then repack the candy. We would pass them out and slowly eat the candies one by one. Nobody knew precisely what moment they began their trip.
We would set an alarm as though we were getting up early for work. We would have small bags packed. We are, after all taking a trip.
We stood outside the car in the chilly morning air and began eating our candy in Sarasota. This would time the start of our experience as we crested the Sunshine Skyway bridge entering the playground known as Saint Petersburg-Tampa.
We sat on the grass as we waited for the museum to open. We felt every single adroit dewy blade support our frames with their tips. We smelled colors. We tasted the sunrise.
Inside the artwork went far beyond explaining themselves. Instead they explained all that was and ever would be. My friend caught himself suggesting “we go watch some more paintings.” Salvador Dali was the coolest man that ever lived. If you disagree you are merely mistaken.
I became Acid Man. An ordinary (well, not so ordinary) looking fellow shrouded in an LSD cloak. I exploited my Acid’s extraordinary powers. Regular citizens passed by, oblivious.
Time to see what ice cream is like. The ponytail on the girl behind the counter is insanely bouncy. “Are you going to touch it? I’m not gonna touch it. Okay, I’ll touch it…”
Coming down meant escaping to Saint Petersburg Beach. Our sun lowering into the gulf. It’s movingly warm light bathing the entire universe. Our bodies. Our souls.
Things wound down some as we felt the infinite quartz between our naked toes.
If we had the strength and focus it was back to Sarasota to skinnydip in the bioluminescent plankton on the leeside of Siesta Key…
Steve Jobs said that Windows would have been a better product had Bill Gates tripped just once.