Early morning. A knock on my door. I open it. On the other side stands a Jehovah’s Witness. Again… As I get ready to slam the door, a small alarm sounds off in my dazed brain; something’s not right. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes I realize the man has no head, just a bleeding stump jutting from his shoulders. I blink. Wait. Oh yeah, I remember. I stood hidden in the corner with the dealer, the lights of the rave splashing across our faces. “Sorry man,” he said, “I’m all outta E.” “Well fuck, what else you got?” “Haven’t heard of it, what’s it do?” “So it’s like LSD?” “One pill for $200.” “W-What?”