Oh yes! You have two hits of happy grin acid in your wallet. You found them while searching for Chelsi Hall's phone number in your drawer. You pop both of them while enjoying your meal. You slowly sip the cardboard glass dry through the overly fat straw. You can hardly contain your joy. It seems to flow out of you in yellow swirling halo mist. The radio station piped over the places speakers are playing "Hip to be square" by Hewie Lewis and the News. you never realized how deep and meaningful this song is. You are convinced its the best thing you've ever heard by the time it's half over. You are loving look out the window as you nibble. Watching the strange magical people go about they're days. So much joy. And the acid has not even kicked in yet.