Chapter 7The scheduled day for the acid trip was that Friday. Jacob and I both worked until eight. Morgan picked us up and we went to Sarah and Zeke’s. Ethan and Kenzie were already there. Zeke turned on some music; something I’d never heard before. As always, the TV played mutely in the background.
We all congregated around the coffee table.
“All right,” Kenzie said, pulling a Ziploc bag out of her pocket. “What I got are gel tabs.” She pulled a piece of thick paper out of the bag with what looked like tiny purple blobs on it. “We each get one; they said that should be enough.”
She handed us each one tab.
“It’s supposed to be unlucky to dose yourself, but I don’t believe in luck,” Kenzie said.
The rest of us laughed and popped the tabs in our mouth.
“Just let it dissolve under your
