imagine this coming up your staircase and it is high on shrooms

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my shroom story is we all tried to cram up the stairs in stupid costumes of this tiny stairway on halloween and got paint and crap and garbage and hair (from costumes) all over the walls and finally made it to the top and like exploded onto the landing on all fours laughing and screaming and there was a tiny modest party going on and i dunno why we all tried to cram up the stairs at once it was fucking claustrophobic hot and scary and funny then we partied on the porch of this house for three hours not leaving it wasnt even halloween til two days later.

i told everyone they were boring before i went outside.

in one of my pockets is a huge blunt that i swore i didn’t ever have and a month later we found it, i ruined halloween cos no one got to extend their mushroom high. you try going throuh 50 pockets when you are tripping out. noel was in thailand when we found it, naturally, we smoked it immediately. craig almost punched me he was so steamed when he pulled it out of the little army satchel thing, he is like raymi i BET it is in that pocket right there and plucks it out, then i called noel’s place and left a voicemail screaming that we found it.

you shoulda seen noel’s costume, i don’t think he is allowed to go back to that house cos of all the paint that got everywhere. hahahahaa.

here we are when the drugs wore off, 2002 yo.

i have told this story on my blog before i remember cos my mom commented saying i don’t like the drugs but i think this is hilarious. go mom!

ok this is noel’s halloween costume leftovers oh man.