Last night I split 26 grams of dried powdered shrooms between me and this girl on meth I wanted to fuck. She didn’t do all of hers but spent 3 hours on my bathroom floor asking me if this is real and is she really here. We had this deep conversation about how that was what was real and how both of us knew it in the moment but would forget over the next week how real it was. She kept going back and forth between saying it was too much and liking it but settled on liking it. Then we both came down at exactly the same time and she pissed on herself and the floor. We spent the next hours arguing. I finally took her home and she said she’s never doing another drug again.
I didn’t fuck her because I guess the meth made it hit her way faster than me. Only 25 or 30 minutes.
