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"Yes. He and I have been at odds over Pris ever since you broke it off with
her. Well, I won, and Felix wanted to get back at me. I think he was high when
he did it, because I can't believe he would do something like this to me ---
or anyone --- if he were sober."
"What do you mean, you won?"
"That night I spent with Pris, she and I . . . you know."
"You made it with her?"
I nod. "Don't tell her I told you this, she made me promise not to tell you.
She didn't want you to know."
"You and her?" Tom seemed to be in shock for some reason. "Really?"
"Yes. Didn't you notice how she was hanging all over me the other night, right
before the drugs took effect?"
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"No." He stares at me with his camera lens eyes, his face expressing concern.
Abruptly he looks at his watch, then stands up. "I
only had a few minutes this morning, and I wanted you to know I'm in this with
you all the way. You can count on me. If you need anything, let me know."
"Okay, Tom."
"I'll be back this evening, and I'll try to bring someone along with me. Right
now I've got to rush to make an appointment."
"Okay."
We say good-bye, and he goes walking off. I have a sick feeling as
I watch him go, like there are slugs crawling around in my stomach.
Despite everything, he thinks I've been brain damaged by the drug.
What's worse, he's started me thinking that maybe I have been brain damaged.
Felix shows up next. I can't believe he has the nerve, but there he is,
dressed in denim and suede and grinning like nothing's happened. I'm sitting
on a bench out on the grounds, which is like a large park ---
the only difference between the hospital grounds and a park are the 30
foot walls that prevent me from leaving --- and he comes walking across the
grass and sits down next to me. "I never thought I'd see you in an insane
asylum."
"I never thought you'd try to kill me, either," I tell him.
He's still grinning, but now I see it's a mask hiding pain. He bends far
forward, looking at the ground, and says, "I don't know where you got the idea
that I drugged you. You asked for it, you specifically asked me to get you
some LSD and you took it on your own."
"That is bullshit. You're trying to use my confused state to absolve yourself
of what you did, but I clearly remember what you said to me in the kitchen."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You outright told me you put a megadose of LSD in my beer."
"No I didn't! I swear to you, you dreamed this up! You specifically asked me
to get you some LSD so that you could take it and see the forth dimension.
That's what you said to me. Hey, I should have clued in that you were nuts
back then, but I went along with it. I told you that I'd gotten you a lot,
that you should take just a half hit, but you took it all! It messed up your
memory, and now you're blaming me, and you're making everyone hate me --- and
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all I did was give you the stuff you asked me to get for you!"
I stare at him and he's not afraid to meet my gaze. His voice is sincere, or
at least the pain is sincere. It is possible that he's telling the truth, and
that this is the way it happened here, in this universe. Or --- what I was
beginning to believe more and more --- it was also possible that he was
telling the truth and the LSD trip itself has created all these false
memories. After all, what is more realistic?
Parallel worlds, or drug-induced brain damage?
"You know," I tell him, "I have no choice but to believe you."
"Seriously?"
"Hesitantly, yes."
"Oh thank god." He looks relieved. "It's the truth, it's the honest to god
truth."
"Okay, I'll accept it."
"Please, tell that to Tom. He almost threw me out a second story window
because of this. I mean, he literally hung me out the window by my shirt."
"Jesus." I'm going to have to ask him about this.
Felix stands up, hands in his pockets. "I gotta go," he says.
"You're going to be okay. You're coming through this fine. Your ability to see
reason is as good as it ever was, I don't think you're going to have any
trouble."
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"Just don't give me any more hallucinogenics," I tell him, "whether
I ask for them or not."
"Are you kidding? I'm going off them permanently myself. I'll see you when you
get home."
"Okay." I watch him walk off toward the main building, which is the only way
in or out.
Aaron and Pris are my next two visitors. They show up just after
I've finished eating, and I lead them outside, away from the crazy people. The
sun is still up, but it's hanging low on the horizon. Just below it is a hazy
layer of fog which is rolling in over the bay. "How are you doing?" Aaron
asks.
"I'm doing fine. I just have some memory loss, that's all. The memories I do
have seem to be all screwed up."
"I can't believe Felix did this," Pris says. Her voice is defensive, in fact
it's almost hostile. She's defending Felix against me. "I mean, I just don't
see his motive."
"I've talked to him about it," I tell her. "He----"
"He was here?" Aaron asks.
"Yes. He swears that I asked for the LSD, and that I took it of my own accord.
It's kind of hard for me to believe, but it's just as hard for me to believe
he'd slip it to me without me knowing. I don't know.
Is it something I would have done?"
"You're asking us?" Aaron says.
"Yes. I have no idea. Would I have asked Felix for it, and would I
have stupidly taken so much of it all at once?"
Neither of them answer. Apparently they don't know me well enough to make that
judgment call. "I have another bone to pick with you," Pris says. "Tom told me
you claim you slept with me."
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