Wait, the hallucinogenic mushroom was GOD’S idea?

At the time, way back in the early 1970s, I was a chemistry major at the University of Florida. It was a simple thing, condense the mushroom down into a powder. It was a stupid idea, let me say that at the start. And pointless as well. But I was a bad kid, I did it, and we had one hell of a party that night.

Indeed, it was a special mushroom. One that somehow, magically, transformed me into a car? What a thrill. It was after midnight when I decided to do what cars are supposed to do, go for a drive!

And so it was, that at 1AM, I was running naked down SW13th Street in Gainesville, Florida. Right in front of Tigert Hall and the UF Administration building. As luck would have it, I forgot to use my turn signal. I mean, I WAS pretty high. But that damn cop didn’t seem to care. She pulled my ass right over anyway. I waved my arm and indicated that I was pulling over. I parked there by the side of the road and waited for the GPD officer to come up to my window. I immediately apologized for not using my turn signal on the previous lane change. But the officer was just in a mood. I don’t remember much from that point. Apparently she put a blanket around me, and took me back to my university dorm apartment. She told my roommates to keep me locked up until morning. AND, she wrote me a ticket to go to court.