The first college I went to was in a hick town, pop 4000. We all dropped cid and decided to go for a road trip. Some how along the way we decided that all the rural locals were witches and needed to be driven off. I think the first assault was with Alice Cooper as we drove up their farmhouse roads. Then eventually shit started flying out of the car (beer bottles, 8 tracks, floor covers,..........). When the paranoia set in we drove to a stock pond an out onto the ice where we spent the rest of the night. None of us could figure out that we could put it into reverse to get enough traction to get off the ice (fuckin rear wheel drive) until out heads cleared.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
