My body jerked forward, as my hand was pulled with urgency and my feet had no choice but to follow.

The black lights and smell of incenes drew us in like a moth to a flame. We entered the store and it immediately felt forbidden. Shot glasses, lava lamps, dragons, strobe lights, sex toys. Unspeakable words and images printed on the T-shirts. What was this place?

I was staring intently on the section of gags- Fake vomit, snapping packs of gum, invisible ink, when my hand was …pulled yet again and my feet had no choice but to follow.

Thin White metal frames were fastened to the wall and a group of my friends were flipping through the posters within them. Boobs, butts, abs, neon psychedelic swirls, cars, Cowboys, horses. There was something for everyone, even the most obscure poster would be proudly on display in someone’s home.

When we got home, cicely peeled back the cellophane wrapper inch by inch until it was completely unwrapped and ready to be unrolled. We grabbed a stool and tape and hung up the poster just over her bed.

Famous Brains on Drugs.

My parents came down to check out our purchases and chuckeled.

Mom, who’s Jimmy Hoffa and why is his brain missing? And who’s Marion Barry and why are his brains powder being sliced with a razor blade?

She side glanced my Dad and began to explain.

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