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As I raised out of my seat, I felt just slightly odd, I was thinking maybe I needed food. I strode toward the front door, through the dining room, and then halfway through the living room when...

A low pitched, whistling, white noise suddenly invaded my brain, conquered me, raised it's victory flag upon my consciousness and begin dancing a jig on my doomed grasp of reality. I sat down on the couch, face slack, lower lip loose, uncomprehending. My head was rushing towards some final destination, that I could tell, and what that destination would be I couldn't imagine. All this happened in the space of ten seconds. I'd had one "bad" acid trip as a high school kid but this experience magnified that ten-fold at least.

Patti was concerned and amused at the same time, so she sat down too. As I struggled to "get a grip," my meager abilities to rationalize finally loomed out of my dense fog like The Titanic hitting an iceberg...Wham! That Lemon Pie!

We sat there for one minute, it seemed like an eternity to me and I honestly began to wonder if perhaps it was my time to become a part of that eternity. "Here Lies Dave, he survived the 60's, beat cocaine, brought down by...Lemon Pie!" I saw a snapshot in my mind of that Lemon Pie. As I focused on it, and zoomed in, each fluorescent lime green spot became a skull, and then a laughing skull, and then a laughing skull laughing and winking at me. I shook off that vision, got up shakily and headed through a tunnel of sound and fury toward the bathroom, reached that destination and thought...Sanctuary! Out you Lemon Pie!

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