My name is Erin, my friends that started with me on my journey are Meredith, Jacky, and Adam. Usually when consuming a psychedelic drug such as mushrooms, there is some sort of planning involved. There is the matter of finding them, and buying them, although in last night's case, this wasn't true. Adam sells the fungus as a way to make some extra cash. He showed up in front of my dorm with huge smile on his face. "Guess what I got, kid," he started with.

"I don't know, but from the look on your face I'd have to say tonight is going to be a good night." I knew that whenever Adam shows up, he's got some sort of fun planned for the night.

"I just got back from *censored*in' Eddie's and he gave me some boomers advanced. Ya wanna trip your balls off tonight?"

I, naturally, got very excited. I hadn't eaten any shrooms for about a mo

"Yeah, let's go to High Street!" I was very excited at this idea because from the beginning of the year I had wanted that street sign. A few of our friends lived there and we always joked about stealing it. Even though the place where we were going was very far away, we all agreed to go. Normally the walk would have taken probably half an hour, but last night it must have been closer to two hours.

I usually choose to chew on the mushrooms all by themselves and then just chase them with peanut butter and juice. The taste is so foul that it can make you gag. It is smarter to eat shrooms with something. Some people make peanut butter sandwiches, some put them in pizza, others even make mushroom tea because then, supposedly, you get the drugs into your system faster. I like to be the ballsy one and suffer.

"What the *censored* do you guys say about *censored*in' going signing?" Adam is from Boston and it seems every other word out of his mouth is some form of the word *censored*. When he is on some sort of drug this is even more evident.

Laughing and shouting we chucked rocks at the skinny, green sheet of metal. With all the noise we made, it must have woke up half the neighborhood. After several failed attempts, Adam finally did it. With a loud crack and metallic ping, the "High St" sign flew off and was ours. I grabbed it and we ran away, fearing someone would call the police since we had made such a ruckus.

I called Jacky who was in, Meredith was next on the list. She loves to trip and does it almost every weekend so I knew she'd be willing. It is amazing how fast drugs can pull people together. Everyone was in my room less than ten minutes later when normally we would be waiting for Jacky to get ready for at least half an hour. Money was exchanged, and bags were handed out. Jacky and I split an eighth, and the other two ate their whole bags. This is the worst part.

Since we are all stoners, the thought of the herb was enough to get us up and out of my dorm. It was some what of a long walk to the car because Jacky has to park where she won't get ticketed and in Keene any place like that is far away from campus. It went fast though because we were all on a mission. After squeezing into the car and getting high as can be, we were ready to start wandering. We were all starting to

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