Mythological Locations A to Z: O is for Oz
Mythological Locations A to Z: O is for Oz

We were somewhere around Munchkinland, on the edge of the forest, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Maybe you should drive, Toto." Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge monkeys, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: "Fly, my pretties! Fly! Fly!"

We had a bushel basket of poppies, a crate of high-grade mescaline lollipops, a thimble of pixie dust and a pile of bright, cherry-colored magic candies. Not that we needed it for the trip, but when you go Over The Rainbow, you've got to shove it into overdrive. The only thing that worried me was the pixie dust. There aren't many things more terrifying and disturbing than a Kansas girl hopped up to the gills on pixie dust, and I could hear it calling my name from the back of the car.