"I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him.”
“How do you feel, Charlie?”
“Light.”
“You see?” Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
“Are you seeing anything, Charlie?”
“Light.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you thirsty?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“A milkshake.”
And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
“He’s stoned.”
“Are you hungry, Charlie?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What would you like to eat?”
“A milkshake.”
I don’t think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny."