We must be on the moon or something
I was about 17 or 18 and i had never shroomed before, but i was really excited to try them. one day, my friend scored something like 2 ounces of shrooms out of the clear blue sky, and they were sold off in hours (of course, 1/8 went to me!). i held onto it for a few days, waiting for a good time to take them, and that weekend, opportunity knocked. my friend's parents were both out of town, so we all decided to just spend the weekend at his house. friday was the big day . . . i have no idea if we went to school or not, but you know what? no sober day of classes is gonna stick in my mind more than getting hiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Anyway . . .two of my friends and i hopped in my car and rolled. i think
i was the only one shrooming, so i took the whole eighth and we smoked
a few bowls. we decided to go to this cool store called untitled 'cause
i wanted to put a dent in my bank account. while we were driving there,
we accidentally passed an elementary school that was just getting out.
at the moment we realized where we were, my friend in the passenger seat
was just sparking up a new bowl. at a lot of school in chicago, the cops
hang out at schools before classes start and after they get out, so we
kinda freaked out.
I sat for a few minutes trying to be a part of the conversation, but
then i totally spaced out. the faces came back and grew until my head
was enclosed in a globe of this grid. each time i stare at one of the
faces, it explodes into a whole new grid and reveals a new secret of the
universe to me. i was absolutely astounded by what i found out. i was
trying to explain it to my friends, but all i could get out was, "it's
just like - " and then burst out laughing over and over.
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