One of the strangest drug experiences in California was when people at the beach prevailed on me to take a drug called Artane. This is a drug which I knew, as a neurologist, because it’s used in small doses for people with Parkinson’s disease. And the group – it belongs to the belladonna-thorn apple group – are deliriants, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to become delirious.
I... my drug taking was always solitary, I thought I might be a little dangerous being... I had a little house on a hilltop in Topanga Canyon. I thought it might be dangerous getting delirious by myself. So people said, 'Well, look, just take 20 tablets then you’ll still be in control'. And so I took 20 tablets and I developed a very dry mouth and dilated pupils, I couldn’t read, but I didn’t notice anything else. Normally if you take acid or cannabis or something, the world, the subjective world, changes, whereas everything seemed the same.
I heard a car stopping outside, these people coming up the path, and my friend Jim and his wife, Kathy, would often come on Sunday mornings. I shouted, 'Come on in, the door’s open', and they came in. I was in the kitchen then, and I said, 'How do you like your eggs?' and we chatted. I had little swing doors between the kitchen and the living room as I was preparing the breakfast. And then I went into the living room with the tray containing three breakfasts, and there was no one there, there was no one there. And I realised that I must have hallucinated the entire conversation, or rather than I had invented their voices or those spoken in my own voice, and I... I thought: I’d better watch this.