An Idea

One of the best ideas I had as a youth on acid - gosh, maybe the best idea I had period - was to remain right in that park where I was at that time pleasantly tripping and never return to society.

I wanted to somehow collect up a lifetime's supply of LSD and find a good cave or cliff nook and disappear off the map there, hopefully to become the stuff of modern folktales - the errant acidhead college boy.

And the main thing on my in some ways greatly reduced mind at the time (but heightened senses) was that it would be the greatest gift I could give my nieces and nephew. When people spoke of that chittering bearded former human who lived up among the falls until he died eating some nasty rodent, they could momentarily grow silent and then say "That twisted subject of idle schoolyard and bar chatter is none other than my uncle Rupert, who had a vision among the falls and trees there many years ago. A vision so strong that he could never return to the pale life he once lived."

And I had no doubt they'd grow to be the kind of adults who would be proud to admit such a thing.