My Best Halloween Story Involving L.S.D.

October 31, 2005

(Sidebar: as I lay in the dentist’s chair today I heard my first xMas commercial of the year. The one for the Radio City Christmas show, where the singer sounds like he’s just about to explode from Yuletide anxiety.)

So it was a Halloween tradition that a number of Simon’s Rock students would hitch a ride to Hampshire College and take LSD for Halloween. My friend Peter Mack did, in 1987. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t be caught dead in a costume.
He was wandering around the campus by himself, out of his mind, not knowing where the hell he was. Suddenly, he finds that there’s a guy in a wizard costume sticking a microphone into his face.
“So what are you supposed to be?”
Peter Mack had wandered onto the stage of the Halloween costume competition.
“I’m an art fag,” he said.
The audience roared! He was awarded first prize. Unfortunately the guy who came in second was wearing an intricate octopus costume that he’d clearly spent hours stitching together, and Peter Mack was stripped of his title.