Lysol Under Black Light in the Cellar

We had a black light gimmick going in the cellar. It made our ruined teeth look white.

We were all smashed on Genesee Cream ale when somebody lit up a joint. We passed the joint around. One of the guys, a gung ho alcoholic, took hit after hit and insisted that "this shit" had no effect on him even though his eyes had grown in size and changed in color. Dude was "loaded" out of his mind but because it didn't feel like being drunk, which he already was before his first toke, he lacked the sensitivity to separate "high" from depressed...stoned from smashed. (He stayed a juichead until he wrecked a few cars. He got so smashed one nigh that he punched out his truck and threw his wife into a tree. He came to jesus soon after. He let go and Let God.)

Next came a discussion of other ways to get high that didn't include heroin. Nobody wanted to stick a needle into themselves so smack wasn't a temptation. Someone suggested that Romilar CF Cough Syrup had gotten him off a couple of times. Everbody took note for a sunny day.

Somebody suggested that the black light itself was a way of getting high as it cast a healing light on whatever ails us.

Finally an oddball suggested that if we drink Lysol, it would clean out our systems. We searched around the cellar and found a container of Lysol. We dared the guy to drink it. Odd and drunk as he was, he drank most of the bottle.

We were kinda scared but kinda amused.

The usual label talk ensued until all at once Don the Lysol guy, started to talk/describe the hallucination he was having.  "One day this country will become even more divided than it is right now. The straights and the hippies will never come together nor will the blacks and the whites nor will the wars and the peace nor will the bread and the butter. The government will be exposed as corrupt as we engage in meaningless wars to sacrifice generations and benefit the oilmen. We'll even go so far as to elect a black guy president and almost put a broad in there. Meanwhile I've become a gazillionaire through shady deals of my own. I try to get into the NFL but those rich bastards reject me. I run against the broad. I'm married to a model whose some kind of Pollock. She's my third wife. The crooked broad I'm running against gets more popular votes than I do but I still win the election. I get caught making deals to get the Commies to influence our election and it works. I keep drinking the Lysol and make outageous observations every day until it goes so crazy that they try to impeach me but my still pissed off supporters get me out of the jam until all of a sudden a plague hits and I come up with the answer.....Lysol and black lights. just like down here Lysol and black lights...Lysol and lights Lysol and lights.Lysol and lights.Lysol and lights.Lysol and lights.Lysol and lights.Lysolite Lysolite Lysolite Lysolite Lysolite Lysolite

At which point he broke into hystrerical laughter and what resembled an epileptic fit. We called 911. The ambulance came and took him away to the R wing where he continued to plead for more Lysol  Lysolite Lysolite Lysolite until he finally blacked out.

I never saw the guy again.

None of us did the Lysol.

Except all of us.