I felt so good that if a locomotive hit me, I would simply turn to the engineer and say, “It happens, brother.” I was lying in the grass in Canada in my backyard, surrounded once again with Murray puke. I couldn’t believe how good I felt; I was in complete and pure euphoria. The pill had replaced the blood in my body with warm honey. I was on top of the world. It was the greatest feeling I’d ever had. Nothing could ever go wrong.
