That was what we called a hero dose. Those were grown professionally and quite safe. I remember buying some wild ones and heading down to the river. Since steps were involved to get out of there, I just stayed there. I kept hearing joggers. No one was around...
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The faces always got me, it was something that the film Jacobs Ladder got bang on. Ha, maybe the joggers jog there still but not
I can't be around a mirror on those things. I don't know who that guy is.
I remember another trip, it was either my first or second time. Everything that happened felt like deja vu. The most insignificant occurrence and I was all like dude! I've done this before!