The first time I took acid, I cried tears of laughter. I saw a paradise in the sky and talked to the moon like he was my best friend. The laughter was so intense that it made my stomach sore and I looked at my friends also clutching their bellies as if a creature of beauty was inside.
That’s what it was like to bury my father. Except the laughter was replaced with uncontrollable tears and instead of looking up at the moon, I searched the Heavens for my dad. And the creature within my belly was an angry hollowness that left me with an unbearable ache.
It was like taking acid: none of it could possibly be real.