In my more psychotic states, I would take walks in the cities where I lived. I have seen parts of Pittsburgh and San Francisco I perhaps never would have had I been always sane. Not the dangerous places, for the most part, just out of the way, places you often glance only in maps and really don't notice. I had the company of angels, when I walked: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael (he infrequently); I also had the company of Jesus Christ; all of them were those strange cartoons dancing around in my mind's eye. I wonder, now, just where I went on those trips. Someone was looking out for me, to be sure, because I eventually always got back home safe and sound. Wandering around, it was almost like a dream, those walks. And I remember, I never knew just when I woke from them, if I did, at all.
