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			First time I ever had mushrooms, I was 16 I think. My friend and I drunkenly took like 1/2 an ounce split between the two of us. She kicked me out of her house in the middle of the night and I wandered the streets, I've never felt as much fear as I did that night. Someone ended up calling me a cab home, but I couldn't stay there. None of my family were home that night, my room didn't seem real and I thought every second I stayed there was only cultivating my insanity. I ended up at a neighbors house in my underwear ranting and raving on their couch until like 8 in the morning. I remember them asking if I was cold and I thought it was the dumbest question ever, like of course I'm not cold... I'm insane my mind is gone who cares about temperatures?! I thought this to myself while I was shivering.  
 
I was convinced that everyone, the person who called the cab, the cab driver and the person at the 7-11 were all artifacts of my insanity. I had made them up in my head and I was still at my friends house or possibly dead. My rational decision was to go to my neighbors house who I had never met and wake them up at like 4 in the morning because there was no way I could make these people up who lived there, or if I was able to make them up I would find out if they were telling me things I might think up. The lack of clothes was a non-issue, I was crazy hot when I got home and I just didn't care, the thought never even crossed my mind. putting my clothes back on before I went to my neighbors house at 5 in the morning was soooooooooooo far down my list of priorities. I honestly didn't even think of it. 
 
They were extremely cool about it, I think it might have brought back good memories because they were reminiscing about all their wild hippie days heh 
 
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