Julian’s gift made the next few hours blur into a Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory trip. That little pill became a golden ticket, taking me from grey reality to a mystical world of swirling lights, reverberating sounds and cotton candy air. It’s hard to remember it all because I was so high, but I do recall midday sitting on the Ferris wheel, taking in the smoggy cityscape of Los Angeles. Julian was next to me, an arm slung over my shoulder while far below, truck-dragons spewed exhaust and cars snaked over ribboned freeways.
Willy Wonka Chocolate FactoryThen, one distant building took a deep breath. And blew it out
My eyes widened as this huge skyscraper became a cubist robot just activated by an alien species. This tower swayed, its glass walls bidding steel and concrete neighbors to come
