“Sometime in the fall of my eighth-grade year at Saint David’s the apostles discovered LSD…. My apostles tried to enlist me in their weekend acid-dropping get-togethers, but I had thus far resisted. It was the last remnants of responsible goodness, preventing me from making the leap to the dark side. There was something deep inside of me that knew it would be the wrong thing for me to do. But my friends were persistent. One day… at the house my mother rented as our weekend getaway, we were walking down a beautiful country road. One guy had brought enough windowpane acid for all of us, and my friend wanted to know, yet again, if I was in or out. Peer pressure is a bitch. There was no epiphany, just a calm acquiescence to the thirteen year old desire for experimentation and the need to fit in” (p. 110).