Eleven.
I was up all hours of the night. Seeing fantastic colors circling all around me and expelling the contents of my stomach, which felt like it was being used for anatomy experimentation, at the time. When the worst of it was over, I crawled into a dark corner and slept for a good 3 or 4 hours, before having to wake up and get to work. I had twenty minutes to find my way to the office to meet the deadline, it was going to be very close.
And close it was, I was only climbing the stairs when the terror first hit. The horrible, delusional, feeling you get when the first wave of a new drug hits you. A fantastic, floating feeling, light-headedness and the shaking of hands. You suddenly can't move, just float along, glide across the concrete path and melt into oblivion.
Luckily for me, I made the deadline, barely, but my mind was closing in, it was becoming difficult to think. Why were the buildings so different from what I remembered? A stingray whipped around in front of me, nearly running me over, until I realized that it was hovering above ground. What was this fantastic substance? Acid had never had this sort of effect, before.
Calm down and try to fit in with the robots; walk stiff with short steps, and don't look anyone in the eye. What would Horatio Alger do in this situation? And furthermore, will someone please keep this thing on a leash?
And close it was, I was only climbing the stairs when the terror first hit. The horrible, delusional, feeling you get when the first wave of a new drug hits you. A fantastic, floating feeling, light-headedness and the shaking of hands. You suddenly can't move, just float along, glide across the concrete path and melt into oblivion.
Luckily for me, I made the deadline, barely, but my mind was closing in, it was becoming difficult to think. Why were the buildings so different from what I remembered? A stingray whipped around in front of me, nearly running me over, until I realized that it was hovering above ground. What was this fantastic substance? Acid had never had this sort of effect, before.
Calm down and try to fit in with the robots; walk stiff with short steps, and don't look anyone in the eye. What would Horatio Alger do in this situation? And furthermore, will someone please keep this thing on a leash?