Just say no

They will say it was the drugs, the Surfer thought. It was one thing to wake up sloggy, mush-brained, and generally whacked. It was something else to wake up bodiless. No body at home. He felt no numbness, heaviness, or paralysis (unless this was what it was really like to be paralyzed). The Surfer had no sense of having a body at all. He was beginning to doubt he'd ever had one.

Of course, to say the Surfer "felt" anything was problematic, since there was nothing for him to feel with. This was real strange. Even stranger was his mood: not panic, horror, or fear. He had a hovering impression that he had to do something, but he couldn't say what. Mainly he felt curious.

Care of the body