Been a long time. But it’s not a problem. I worked with a guy at a printing plant years ago. He came in tripping one night. I figured he’d lose a finger or two but he did fine. BTW he’s now a Pharmacist.
As a young man I kinda sorta accidentally ingested 1.5 hits of LSD about an hour before I had to go to work. I thought it would be like smoking pot: you know, it affects you a minute later and you carry on and muddle through your tasks until it wears off in an hour or so.
Boy was I wrong!
I was a prep cook in a seafood restaurant (the fish Market, San Mateo, CA on Norfolk), and my task that day was to cut an enormous tuna into serving sizes, but as importantly, cut out the part that was to be served as sushi.
Anyway, I kept turning this huge quartered chunk of meat, trying to find the correct side to begin, and I could not find it, so I kept turning it. It was so very glistening and beautiful. It did not speak to me or anything, but it definitely had an opinion about stuff.
Coworker observed me and took my knife away, sending to mop out the walk-in refrigerator, which was a mistake, because the live scallops in there DID speak.
This was right out of high school, 30 years ago, and I have never done anything like that ever again. I will never tell this story to my children.
Doc Ellis pitched a “no-hitter” while tripping his ass off.