#2 Horrible Headaches, UFOs and Timothy Leary

I am not a geneticist or have any special knowledge about the formation of our human DNA but I can't help wondering about my own.
The results from testing done on the long term effects of "d-Lysergic Acid Diethylamide" are not conclusive about it (or available to the public) but I became suspicious about the intense headaches I started having in my late teens. Were they somehow linked to my parents' drug use, particularly at my conception?

So when I turned 18, I found myself requesting a CATSCAN at an area hospital to rule out any brain tumors, or what have you -that could've been causing the migraines. The test results came back showing nothing malignant. However a foreign piece of organic? matter was spotted smack in the center of my brain! The doctors could not identify it but reassured me that it was benign, at least for the moment. Oh goody.

I walked away feeling...even more perplexed than before the damn test! How can a foreign ANYTHING get inside my brain? All kinds of crazy ideas were floating around in my head, like when I saw that strange gray disk floating silently over the Los Angeles Observatory as a 9 year old kid hiking the Hollywood Hills' trails. All alone on a rocky precipice, (my mom was up ahead on the trail) -in broad daylight this small metallic, oblong-shaped disk flew towards me. It hovered a moment as I was looking out over the skyline. I blinked and it whisked away, disappearing in the sun. I figured it was just the light playing tricks on my eyes.

Well, I wasn't wearing a time-piece or anything and Mom didn't seem to think I'd been gone too long when I caught up to her. -I just forgot about the incident. But now that I was confronted with this foreign object scenario, organic or not, in the center of my brain, I couldn't help but wonder if it was some strange implant...
-NAW! No way, CRAZY. Maybe I was watching too many Sci-Fi shows or something. Really? Who am I kidding? I didn't watch too much TV or go to movies during those years...

Okay, a more probable theory might be I was just born an Acid Baby. When daddy's stoned sperm connected with mama's fried egg, their "marmalade" chemistry shot down the rabbit's hole into a wonderland of skewed genes, resulting in an embryo that would forever be influenced by...The Beatles? Pink Floyd? Funny, I don't even have to listen to those bands to get on the same 8 track. Some days, I wake up on the dark side of the moon!
Who knows? Maybe the foreign object in my brain was a permanent reminder of a generation marked by the 1960's revolution and Timothy Leary. And my childhood would experience the consequences, for better or worse.
-As an afterthought.