Visiting family in Austin. In laws tell me to take a piece of mushroom-infused chocolate, micro-dose they say. They do it all the time.

So I take it, and two hours later I’m tripping at the family dinner, at a burger joint under fluorescent lights.

A few trying moments but all things considered it was fine. If anyone suspected anything, I didn’t see it.

Biggest tell was my ordering only a wedge salad because I wasn’t remotely hungry and barely finishing it. Normally I eat a lot.

That and my brother in law and me laughing way too hard about whatever deranged shit we were discussing.

Afterward they conceded (a) it wasn’t really a microdose; and (b) the circumstances were less than ideal.

Yeah, no shit.