When I was about 15 years old I decided to take a lovely cocktail of powerful shrooms, a lot of high proof liquor, and a shit ton of the finest weed money could buy. Me and my friends couldn't do it at the house so we decided to go down to a field near by and watch the sky.

As everything started to kick in all at once from many different intoxicating directions all at once. The sky decided to turn into an epic areal battle. Full of flying saucers shooting lasers, opening portals to other dimensions, and partaking in one of the most glorious sci-fi movies that we had ever seen without a movie ticket. It was beyond amazing and we were not scared, because we were riffing on each others imaginations and motivating the story as it went along. So we could all co-create our shared hallucinations.

Everything was going fine and dandy until i received a phone call on my cell phone from my father. It was at this time there was an official policy between me and my dad. Which was I could go anywhere and do anything that I wanted until however late I wanted. But if I got a phone call to come home. I had to stop whatever I was doing, because it meant that my mom had gotten past my clever security system and the Ferris Bueller inspired body double that I made in my bed. I knew that my fate was sealed and that I had to leave right then and there.

Since we had decided to consume shroom juice, which was magic mushrooms made into a tropical koolaide brew with liquor in it too. I started feeling a little nausea and started puking up red all over the sidewalk on the long way home. Which I then thought was my own blood. I had to keep convincing myself it was just the shroom juice. So I chain smoked a half a pack of camel cigarettes, because in my imagination the smoke felt better than breathing oxygen and helped calm me down a bit.

After the 3 1/2 mile walk home I finally reached my front door. Which took me about 15 minutes to figure out how to get the key into the hole, because it would never go in just right. Once I opened the door I saw both my parents in the den....waiting for me. My dad had to play the role of pissed off parent, which was very good acting on his part. Though it was very apparent that my mom was genuinely pissed the fuck off at me.

I did my absolute best to stand there and just take the verbal abuse. The you are now grounded speech that I had heard for the millionth time. When suddenly I noticed a leprechaun next to my dad. Dragging a giant cannabis bud twice the size of him down the hallway into my room. Amazed and startled by this I did my best to say that I was sorry and if I could go to my room to follow him. They reluctantly said yes and I started skipping down the hallway chasing after me lucky charms leprechaun.

When I got into my room he decided to smile at me and jumped into my black light reactive poster without saying a word and dissipated into the distance. I never got to speak with him, but I figured if I turned on some led zepplin I could magically ride the music into the poster. So I started playing their greatest hits album. Sure enough rode the music into the poster itself!

There I walked around the magic mushroom forest, saw many magical creatures, and even smoked a pipe with the wise wizard relaxing on the toad stool. We spoke of many things as he told me the answers to the mysteries of the universe. I was awe inspired, but by morning all I remember was waking up in my bed. Forgetting all the wisdom that I had learned on my adventure in the magical black light poster.

This was a true story of my crazy youth. I hope everyone enjoyed it.

The End.....