To calm down ah start on the master-chef preparation for the strawberries which becomes something of an urgent mission in my head. This is not because I’m para or fuck all like that, but because there is a vacuum, a space in my head, which will be filled with bad thoughts if ah don’t busy busy chop chop these strawbs and the trick is to daintily use this sharp knife to stab some cunt

Eh

No no no fuck off the trick is to why did ah say that no no no bad thoughts cannae be explained, that makes them worse, they just have to be ignored because what you do with the knife is to remove the white bit of the strawberries and fill the resulting hole with cream cheese with a knob of cream cheese with the cream of knob cheese of what

Fuck

Ah don’t know if I’m thinking this or saying it or both at the same time, but you can sometimes say one thing while thinking another. So if I’m saying this, actually saying this out loud, what am ah thinking? Eh? Ah ha!

– Listen, wis ah gaun oan aboot the strawberries, ah mean was ah talkin oot loud aboot it? ah ask.

– You were thinking out loud, Stevo says to me.

Thinking. That’s what ah was doing, but wis ah thinkin out loud? Cunts are fuckin well trying to wind me up but it takes more than a wee tab ay LSD to knock auld Lloyd Buist here out of his fuckin stride ah will tell you that for nothing matey of the seven seas. – Thinking out loud, ah said or thought.

Ah said, because Claire says, – Drug psychosis, Lloyd, that’s what it is. The first sign.

Ah just laugh and keep repeating: – Drug psychosis drug psychosis drug psychosis

– Fine by us you eatin aw the strawberries by the by, Lloyd, Amanda says.

Ah look at the punnet and sure tae fuck the remnants of strawberries are in evidence, husks n that, but examples of the fruit in its complete state are conspicuous by their absence. Greedy guts, Lloyd, I think to myself.

– Greedy guts Lloyd, Claire says.

– Fuckin hell, Claire, ah wis jist thinkin they words … it’s like telepathy … or did ah say thum … this acid is fuckin really mad n the strawberries, ah’ve eaten aw the strawberries …