I met up with the leader of our clique. He took one look at me and asked me what the hell I was on. I told him I'd taken both hits of the acid he'd sold me. He said that it was best to stick to one if you weren't used to LSD. As the rest of my friends gathered, they all slapped me on the back, congratulating me for fooling the teacher. Just as we lit up a joint, our school principal came around the corner and told the five of us to follow him to his office. We walked back to the school and sat outside the office as he called us in one at a time.

- from Flight by Greg Bauder