"Acid produced this manic sense of energy and I had to be active. I went to the bowling alley, walked the streets, and took a taxi to the house. That night I was scheduled to give a speech in a movement disco at a church.
"Father Gonyor eyed me strangely. 'Your speech was getting pretty flowery there. What's all the jazz about trailways of life and byways of bliss?' he jabbed."