He was on some awful trip. Going on and on about things like pithing and exsanguination. And even though none of us were stoned - he was killing our high. Just outside Saugerties were we. Searching for #56 Parnassus. We were gonna paint it black but by the time we got there it was dark and all we could see were fireflies. Woke up to a four dog night at the foot of the Berkshires. Turned over and whispered into her hair. It felt good to be alive.