My band played an excellent gig at Crystal Mountain Ski Resort - we were drunk and stoned and ready to crash. But then our keyboard player busted out a brown baggie of bloomers. I ate three caps, small ones, cuz I'm a lightweight. We headed out into the freezing night. Stars twinkled overhead. Shadows became black universes. Sparkles flickered off snowbanks. I could see them with my eyes open or shut. I Laughed until tears froze to my face. We returned to sink inside leather couches and begin the long wait until dawn. Advice to newbie trippers. Eat light. Smoke much. Enjoy the ride.