By: The Noble Writer
There we all were. Another day with nothing to do. Drug experimentation was our favorite hobby. It was our only hobby. Magic Mushrooms were our poison of choice. A bunch of slackers laying in a basement chewing on mushrooms is a hell of a way to spend a Sunday morning. Nothing to fucking do but lay around and get high.
Shit gets crazy from this. Just enough to enjoy the fuck out of it and just little enough so that we don't puke our brains out. Swirling tints of red flying in every direction. No conversation, no want or need for it. We have known each other forever. Nothing could be said from us that we don't already know.
Who even knows how long we have been down here doing this shit. Years? Months? Minutes? Seconds? Fucking Eternities? Who gives a damn. This is life right here! The world around us being decapitated by God only knows what.
The Wench isn't always able to handle this shit. She gets pretty fucking nervous when she takes too much. Half an ounce once made her vomit the fried chicken she ate fucking days ago. She looks like she's doing alright for now.
This goddamn red tint is getting darker and darker. Where the hell that dog came from I'd love to know. My head is expanding like a Stretch Armstrong, holy shit I think it's about to tip over.
OK I'm just going to close my eyes and pretend I'm in an open field. Nothing here but grass and beautiful fucking women. This is what I choose to do for the rest of my life. Lay here in this wide open field.
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