Two Plugs

Mike Land & I dropped acid in Logan
Square, danced down to the Drop,
spaced out in the shady basement;
sashayed over to Jen Cho's first floor
apartment on Lombard Street, where
she held court, partying with her U of
Delaware "green" buddies; & huffed some
hash on top of the acid. Mike sat in an
armchair, rocking. Erin, Jen's chum,
sent me purple signals, but Mike had to be
wheeled out of there. Jen's was a floor to
crash on, for Erin & I later. Exquisite Erin,
who knew something of a "rep" I carried around,
& wanted a roll in the hay, the needle-stacked way.