“You're a crazy little bastard, aren't you?” Judge cackles – atwacked-out Rumpelstiltskin, his eyes shining with fever and cocaine-lust. I think for a moment, contemplating his proposal. “Alright, goddammit, I'm in. Savannah and the fuck show it is.” I grab a vial of LSD from under my seat, hold the dropper over my tongue, and administer several hits. Smacking my tongue, I tell him, “We'll be there in forty minutes.”