For about a year when I was twenty-one, I was a phone sex operator in New York. That has no real bearing on this story other than to say, it was Halloween season and I was at work and one of the other woman on duty had a bunch of acid and since I was almost done with my shift, and so was my friend Erica, we decided to take some and roam around the city.

Unfortunately, the acid kicked in a lot faster than I anticipated, and I was stuck talking a few more phone calls before we departed. It left me feeling weird, and by the time we left, I was a bit out of sorts.

It was a beautiful October night, but I couldn't really enjoy it. The visuals had kicked in at this point and something about the night, the lighting, the occasional costumes had me seeing skulls and demons everywher...

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