Dextromethorphan, dime-store paregoric for the common man, lets you in for a swim in the tranquil, tranquil dim of your cranium. All you need is Walgreen’s, three dollars, and you can count on the dreams.
Every common cold has a silver lining, a vein of warm vibrations you can soon be mining. Expect expectoration and cough-suppressant symptoms, but when you topple over, DM’s finally kicked in.