Jimmy was a young man who knew his straight-arrow corporate executive Father would get furious if he knew he used LSD. So he hid his supply whenever his Dad visited him.
One day he drove up to see his Father's Porsche parked outside his home. His Dad was there! And he had left LSD sugar cubes in the kitchen! And his Dad loved coffee! Jimmy ran into the house and expected to see his dignified, distinguished, impeccably dressed Father in his very expensive suit, perfectly tied tie and gleaming polished shoes, ready for a lecture. His Father NEVER used drugs and did not even drink. But he wasn’t there.
“Dad! Where are you? Did you put sugar in your coffee?” yelled Jimmy. Then he went into the living room. There was his Father . And an empty coffee cup on the floor.
“DAD!” cried Jimmy. His formal financial executive Father was sitting cross legged - and rocking gently back and forth in the middle of the floor. He was barefoot. He was no longer wearing his business suit. His Italian shoes and briefcase were lined up neatly. And his dress socks, glasses, wallet, belt, car keys, Rolex watch and cufflinks were in a pile. He was wearing one of Jimmy’s own tie-dye T shirts and ragged jeans. His $2,000 Armani pinstriped suit, silk tie and white shirt were on the floor - and he was using gardening shears to slice up his own clothes!
“DAD! You’re tripping! You took my LSD! You’re destroying your business suit! Stop!” yelled Jimmy. His dignified, well-dressed . What had he done!
His Father looked up with a glazed stare. “That’s nothing. I have a REAL problem. He said he likes it!’
“What?” said Jimmy. “Who likes what?”
His Father said:
“HIM! He said he likes my suit. And he said he wanted it. He told me to sтriр. So of course I DID! And he wants my tie. And shirt! NOW! He said I was too uppity! Too arrogant! So I have to make them fit for him! He will be VERY angry if I don’t do it right!” And he tore the satin lining out of his suit jacket and chopped off the legs of his suit trousers. “And he demanded my shoes and socks! He LOVES my shoes! But how will I make them fit!? Help me! He’s WAITING! Don’t you understand! He even wants me to drive him in my own CAR! I will be his driver!”
“WHAT!! Who is demanding all of this? WHO!?” cried Jimmy.
His Father stared at him with his glazed eyes as he sliced through his $200 tie. “Who? The two foot high troll with the three headed dog on a leash in the kitchen! Who else?!”
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