} When you are done reading this, Here's what I want you to do.
} Go either home or to the nearest supermarket, wherever is closest.
} Get some Orange Juice. Remember to watch for traffic, and the
} white lines are CROSSWALKS, not white snakes trying to bite your
} soul. Got me? Good.
} Now, go home, or someplace equally comfortable and quiet. Go
} quickly, but not over any established speed limit. Hurry toward
} your goal, but to not feel threatened by that guy behind you.
} He is merely sharing your direction. He is NOT a CIA agent sent
} to follow your every move.
} Once you get home, play, if you can, some Motown, especially the
} earlier stuff. "Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding or "Green Onions"
} would be perfect. If that is not available, find an oldies station
} and listen. ACID ROCK is your enemy at this stage, not your friend.
} Sit back and let the organ carress you. Forget the razor in the
} bathroom and the knives in the kitchen. You don't want to fly, you
} don't wish harm on yourself or others, and the carpet is not chewing
} on your toes.
} Now, eat something, preferably a salad. a vegetable pizza will work,
} but something organic is preferable. Drink more of your orange juice.
} You will eat. You will sleep. When you wake up, your drug experience
} will be over. LSD was never meant to be taken outside of controlled
} circumstances. Take Acid in a cold, sterile computer room and this is
} the result.
} You owe the Oracle two tabs