We were west-bound on the Wyoming Interstate 28 miles from a technical oasis of diesel exhaust and heavy pancakes when the drugs kicked in. I looked over at the Heron who was grinning and sipping from a can of Colt 45 Malt Liquor. He didn't know about the tremendous potency of the LSD we had both ingested, but soon enough the poor bastard would find out.

- apologies to Hunter S