…a Cheerful Black Shadow Reared Up Behind

Our Universe Is Ruled By Random Whim, Inhabited By People Who Laugh At Logic.

I Waved To Everybody. Some Of Them Even Waved Back. They Knew Me, Had Seen Me Go By Before, Always Cheerful, A Big Hello For Everybody. He Was Such A Nice Man. Very Friendly. I Can’t Believe He Did Those Horrible Things . . .

Killing Makes Me Feel Good.

Saturday Morning Was Their Unrestricted Television Time, And They Usually Took Advantage Of It To Watch A Series Of Cartoon Shows That Would Certainly Have Been Impossible Before The Discovery Of Lsd.

But What Could I Do? Be Stupid For A While? I Wasn't Sure I Knew How, Even After So Many Years Of Careful Observation.