On acid once my friend, who had tripped the day before and had a high tolerance for the second day, decided to go to the deli to get some sandwiches. For some reason I wanted to come with. His trip wasn't nearly as hard as my trip, because he had dropped just the other day. In the deli he was ordering things real calm and collected, and I was stalking up the aisles, totally freaked out. There was a seven-foot bigfoot, and I found out later that where I saw the bigfoot was actually a cop. I also found out later that the deli only has one aisle, it's very small. On acid I thought it was much bigger, and I have vivid memories of walking up and down two aisles.