Introductions“You ever died?” I asked Horace.
“Not yet. At least not that I remember.”
“Trust me. It’s not fun. And for most people it’s permanent.”
Dog walked quickly ahead of us and then turned and sat down on its haunches facing us. It opened its mouth and for one moment I had the image of the RCA Victor dog in my mind. It said, “You should all call me by my name, Gypsy. And as you can see, or should be able to see for yourselves, I’m a female.”
I stepped forward, and as I crouched, I had a thought.This might real after all, and not an hallucination. I’d never taken acid myself, but the way others described their trips to me, none had ever been this elaborate or realistic or so well detailed.
On one knee, I faced a talking dog. A real live talking dog! “Pleased to meet you Gypsy.”
