So one day we are helping this french dude build a house next to a farm, way out in the middle of nowhere.
There are helpers from all walks of life, including a barber, and I need a haircut, and he is up for it.
He cuts my hair, inquiring if I like The Beatles and Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds in particular.
I don't have a clue, simply saying "yep". A look of vague disappointment on his face.
Later I get LSD from that french dude who got it... from the very same barber. Yep indeed.

I bring it with me when visiting friends in a nearby town. We take half at their place with mildly disappointing results, and I freaking lose the second half at a smithery while watching a sword being born, sparkles spilling on my shoes.

The haircut was extremely good.