Another World

(6)

At this stage (T+ one hour) I would often look at my lovely wife, Kootch, with new eyes: She was a Goddess! She was all things I was not. She was an efficient, all-powerful, resolute, all-knowing, godlike woman! I was on an Acid Trip and this glorious woman from another world (for I had already left that comfortable, boring world) was protecting me.

At this point (or usually earlier) I would go into the bedroom and slip into my most luxurious pair of pink nylon panties (under my shorts, of course).

It was about here that I would disengage from the kids and go into the living room and lay down on the couch, after putting Beethoven's symphony #6 on the record player. (speaking of which, I just started that piece on Windows Media Player). Then I would close my eyes and listen. And see.