The doctors kept asking what I had taken, but as I listed for them the array of psychoactive chemicals I had ingested, they became impatient, saying “no! What did you take?” It took me a few minutes to realize that they must know something about the idol I had stolen from the Greater Temple on 22nd street. It took me even longer to understand that their concern was motivated by a fifteen foot tall death goddess pounding on the doors of the clinic.