Trippin Bobby
This
was a chore for him and he was getting through it with grace and skill
but there was no mental involvement at all; even my LSD flashing mind
could sense that. It relaxed me. I was invisible, a two-dimensional
piece of cardboard cut out to human form. He shook Karen’s hand and then
turned to me. I raised my hand for him to shake gently and distantly
and found him looking into my wildly dilated pupils. Did I detect a
second of him seeing that I was on acid?
“Did your parents vote for me?” he asked me.
“They live in Nevada. Karen and I live in Las Vegas.” I managed to say.