Only if he was a good drug dealer battling the bad drug dealers using acid trips as a dynamic part of telling the story.
Or something like that.
We were somewhere around Barstow on
the edge of the desert when the
drugs began to take hold.
I remember saying something like:
“I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe
you should drive...”
Suddenly there was a terrible roar
all around us and the sky was full
of what looked like huge bats, all
swooping and screeching and diving
around the car...