Long, long ago when I was in high school, and learning to drive ::: there was a certain Saturday when my boyfriend of the time was supposed to pick me up to go to the Renaissance Fair.. but after I’d taken a psychedelic substance in anticipation of the occasion, he phoned me to say we couldn’t go after all, because of car trouble.
So there I was, high at home.. and my dad said — ‘well then, a perfect opportunity for a driving lesson’. A bit of panic ! Who wants to go practice-driving with their dad when they’re high on LSD ? ! I tried begging off but he said ‘GET IN THE CAR, NOW!’ And so I went, a relatively inexperienced new driver, trying to be ‘normal’ while high on acid, driving in the car with my dad. . yikes !
But surprizingly it went ok –I pretty much kept my mouth shut and I didn’t drive up a tree or anything! and by the way–on a stick-shift ! My dad never knew I was spaced out on acid that day. . . so now these many years later it’s a funny memory… now that my dad has passed on.
(for info : I haven’t partaken in that substance for many, many years since then)
Yeah.. it was kinda like this !