memories of tower books pt. 1

my friend and i just taken a hit of blotter acid we drove over to tower books on watt ave waiting for it to kick in nothing happened i felt plain and stupid and out 10 bucks the weather was fine and the people watching was like always interesting i remember my friend was fascinated by gun magazines so he stood in that section of periodicals flipping thru those glossies devoted to firepower while i traipsed among the stacks not looking for anything in particular but content on this aimless saturday night to drift from one thing to another