I went to the 29th Street House where I found my brother Chris (about 12 years old). He had muscular dystrophy and couldn't move well. He had taken an hallucinogenic drug and he told me he had begun driving a car while under the drug's influence. He had never driven a car before and had become frightened. I told him I would teach him how to drive.

We boarded a car. I sat behind the steering wheel and Chris sat on my lap. His head was so low he could barely see over the dash. I asked, "Now do you want to drive?"

He didn't seem to want to at first, so I drove out into the street. Finally he began driving and I guided him. He mentioned that things were so different while he was under the influence of the hallucinogenic drug and he didn't like driving then. I said tripping was very much like dreaming and was basically a different way of thinking.

We drove on the north side of Mound Park toward Logan Street. He guided the steering wheel while I controlled the gas and brakes with my foot. I thought I could grab the steering wheel if necessary.