I guess one benefit to the VC's nixing my great startup, LSDuck, was that I at least had way of LSD lying around. This rather improved my visit to the world's largest ball of twine. Maybe that should be capitalized -- it seemed like a pretty big deal to the locals -- but to me it didn't seem that important to me. Did I just not get it, like those paintings in modern art museums that are just the color blue? Or maybe the people of Cawker City all studied string theory in college. In any case, the combination of the twine and the two tabs of LSD brought me right back to highschool. It had been my first time trying acid, and I started seeing spiders in chemistry class, growing ever more convinced that Ms Burkes was an eight-legged monstrosity that spoke fluent French. But this time nobody spoke French; instead, the twine slowly morphed into a writhing ball of snakes. Now, that sounds horrifying, and I'll admit that it was at first. However, these snakes were wearing tophats and monocles, and you just can't stay afraid of something that classy.
As I tried to explain this, the other tourists backed away slowly, with one exception. I immediately liked this guy. I could tell he was a Drug Person, and I like Drug People. Or maybe I hate them. But I liked this one -- he said his name was Chuck, willingly did LSD with me, and, best of all, completely understood LSDuck.
"Of course you'd want to deliver LSD via trained ducks. You want something that goes high to get you high." I couldn't have stated the business model more clearly myself. And he had great suggestions for the promo video's music, tossing out Linton Samuel Dawson and White Rabbit as well as the old standby of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I would have spent the rest of my life (or at least until the acid wore off) with this man, but he had to get going to Seattle. He disappeared into the road, the road disappeared into him, and I became the road as the LSD pumped through my brain.
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