This older guy up the street told me that he wasn't sure that the dose 
was still good, but it might be worth trying.  It was a late summer 
evening and I must have been fourteen or fifteen at the time.  After 
dropping the four-way windowpane I hung out for a while and then went to 
ask my parents if I could stay out a little longer, maybe another half an 
hour.  Later, I remember laying in the street with my friends, our heads 
on the curb, watching the stars form a giant halo around the horizon and 
leaving only the big dipper in the center.  The pine needles above were 
also forming halos, and quivering in the breeze.  When I finally made it 
home a couple of hours later everything went fish-eye.  I was in bed with 
the covers pulled up to my chin when Dad came to discuss my tardiness.  
He was yelling at me about smoking cigarettes (which I never did) and 
wagging his finger at me, but the tip of his finger was the size of a 
basketball, and his head was just a pin.  Got to sleep a couple of hours 
later, and woke up feeling great.  If only all trips could be so 
blissful...