RANSVESTIA
tremble, I calculated a moment, and then kicked into Debra's wasp- waisted stomach with all my strength.
She screamed and reeled backwards, tripping in the ridiculous high- heels, and gasping, she crashed to the floor. Sylvia's hand raked across my face with a savage swiftness. For a moment all feeling left me as I grew dizzy and groggy.
Then Iheard Sylvia ordering one of the girls. "Bring me that beaker with the lysergic acid diethylamide in it."
The mention of the eerie hallucinogen drug, LSD, now brought me out of my dizziness momentarily. I had read about the drug. How they could literally split your personality in half with it. I screamed in horror, "LSD! You can't force that stuff down my throat Sylvia, you can't!"
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She didn't reply, she merely wheeled around on her spike heels and brought her big hand into my neck. The room grew suddenly bright, and then slowly, the brightness became a dull gray, and then the blackness settled in upon me.
My first sensation of consciousness was one of knowing the presence but somehow not being part of it. I could feel a dull throb at my neck, and I consciously knew it was the result of Sylvia's judo-chop. I could also feel the girls feverishly working on me in several places. But as I opened my eyes I was outside, in the bright sunlight...
Quickly, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to concentrate on how long it could possibly have been, since Sylvia knocked me unconscious. I cau- tiously re-opened one eye, and then both eyes. I could not accept what I saw.
They had jerked time out from under me.
Again, more slowly than before, I opened my eyes. I was in my old neighborhood, in Jamaica Plains. It was a warm spring day, I could smell the odor of the flowers and the scent of the river, smells that echoed crazily in my brain as I recognized the home of our next door neighbors.
I was in their back yard. I could hear a train.
There was only one incongruously impossible fact. I had moved from Jamaica Plains when I was six years old! This incredible recollection
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