Alvin - Ah, reminds me of the good old days. I remember a "Bufferin" bottle I used to keep in the driver's side air vent (it was a compartment that had had a little door with a handle you turned to open) of my old '62 Ford Falcon. It almost always had "headache pills" in it (cuz in addition to getting you wired they often gave you a headache); those big bennies with the cross imprint on them. Ahh...the excitement, the euphoria, the deep insights, the delusions of grandeur, the police everywhere, those things crawling things on your skin, your phone; your sure it's tapped, that gigantic rabbit that jumped right out in front of you over on Florence Avenue (you had to swerve so as not to hit it, too bad about that Chevy that was parked on the side there). Take these three large 5's. If they get you too high maybe you get get some 1's from someone later to help you come down and crash...

An addictive little tune.

thank you, paul and john

High, Alvin, good job! 5s. Paul, 5s to you, too, for your story!

At the co-ed co-op I lived in when I was at M.I.T. during the Pleistocene Epoch, a gal who lived there would go around to everybody's room before final exams, pen and paper in-hand, to take speed orders. 5's, until the next deletion.

Good song, alvin...5's. Paul, you can stop cracking me up with your stories...:D

i used to have quite the affection for bennies...i had two girlfriends.. one had a prescription for uppers....the other had a prescription for downers...they were both named debbie....it was a confusing time. thank you rod, johnny, and adagio......

Rod, glad you liked the story. I never had any accidents or hit any cars or people - never damaged the car frame or exterior. When I sold the car it was because the engine finally blew a ring (Unfortunately I did not thoroughly understand the importance of little things like changing the oil every now and then. Hey, it's still got some in there, must be OK, then, Right?) I MIGHT have hit a cat once, a black one on a poorly lit side street - I saw him dash out across the street almost right in front of my car...no time to stop. I tried to swerve and I THINK I missed him; there was no kitty "roadkill" present when I stopped and looked, but I wasn't completely sure that I missed him entirely. Hope so. Adagio, now you know I can't resist telling a good story when given the opportunity.

Sounds like you had your ups and downs with the Debs. Nice parody.

Paul - You probably wouldn't have been so paranoid back then if everyone wasn't out to get you.