We all felt it coming through the garage that night, or at least me and Dudley did.

There were about seven of us that had taken mushrooms that night and a few of us were standing by the keg there in Don Debitetto’s garage talking about who knows what.

But I’ll never forget that feeling, when suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt, and saw, a ripple in time.

It was more like a swell than a breaking wave, and it just moved through everything and was gone.

Dudley and I had stopped our conversation as it passed through, and afterwards we just looked at each other.

“Did you feel that?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

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