I sure have!
Listen to what happened to me just last night...
I went to sleep a little earlier than usual; it had been a long day.
Suddenly I was sound asleep...almost as soon as my head lay on the pillow.
I couldn't sleep well, so I just woke myself up, fixed a hot cup of potent coffee, and got dressed.
Then I noticed a body was in my bedroom.
But it wasn't just any body.
My own body was in my bed.
Sound asleep.
I grabbed my car keys and headed out the back door.
Things were just getting a little too creepy if you know what I mean.
Was my body dead?
No, I wasn't dead...at least not yet.
Which is exactly why I decided not to leave any "evidence".
I walked back inside, up the stairs, loaded my .45 Colt. and fired three slugs right into my own body which was sound asleep in my bed.
Bullets seemed to have no effect on me, and the loud "pop" "pop" "pop" didn't wake me up either!
Was I actually the person I was watching in my own bed snoring like a log?
Or was all this something to do with "the Jane"?
You know what I mean..."Boo"...Texas Tea"...
No way, Jose...Joy Powder was on my mind!
I mean, like either me with the carkeys, or the other guy in my bed was "stemming it", so it was time to ride.
I reached into the glove compartment, pulled out "Map To the Hollywood Stars", and stepped on the gas.
All of a sudden a thought exploded in my head, just like a long draw on a bottle of cheap whiskey...
If I was out of my body, then who was asleep in my bed?...and who was it now crashing my own car right through the front door of the 32nd Precinct?
Come and get me, G-Man! You can't touch this! I'm not just me, but me!...unnerstand?...
Faster faster faster...That's it! I'll take it over the cliff! ha ha ha ha!....That'll teach them all a lesson! ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!!