Chapter 56

           ThateveningafterdinnerJoannaproducedsomemescaline.

           "Youevertriedthisstuff?"

           "No."

           "Wanttotrysome?"

           "Allright."

           Joannahadsomepaintsandbrushesandpaperspreadonthetable.ThenIrememberedshewasanartcollector.Andthatshehadboughtsomeofmypaintings.WehadbeendrinkingHeine-kensmostoftheevening,butwerestillsober.

           "Thisisverypowerfulstuff."

           "Whatdoesitdo?"

           "Itgivesyouastrangekindofhigh.Youmightgetsick.WhenyouvomityougethigherbutIprefernottovomitsowetakealittlebakingsodaalongwithit.Iguessthemainthingaboutmescalineisthatitmakesyoufeelterror."

           "I’vefeltthatwithoutanyhelpatall."

           Ibeganpainting.Joannaturnedthestereoon.Itwasverystrangemusic,butIlikedit.IlookedaroundandJoannawasgone.Ididn’tcare.Ipaintedamanwhohadjustcommittedsuicide,hehadhunghimselffromtherafterswitharope.Iusedmanyyellows,thedeadmanwassobrightandpretty.Thensomethingsaid,"Hank..."

           Itwasrightbehindme.Ileapedoutofmychair,"JESUSCHRIST!OH,JESUSSHITCHRIST!"

           Tinyicybubblesranfrommywriststomyshouldersanddownmyback.Ishiveredandtrembled.Ilookedaround.Joannawasstandingthere.

           "Neverdothattomeagain,"Itoldher."NeversneakuponmelikethatorI’llkillyou!"

           "Hank,Ijustwenttogetsomecigarettes."

           "Lookatthispainting."

           "Oh,it’sgreat,"shesaid,"Ireallyloveit!"

           "It’sthemescaline,Iguess."

           "Yes,itis."

           "Allright,givemeasmoke,lady."

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