My Brother Saved Me From a Mushroom Trip Gone Terribly Wrong
Adventures in trippin’
I didn’t plan on eating magic mushrooms at noon on a Tuesday. It just sort of happened. You know, as all spur-of-the-moment illicit drug use happens.
I had been living in Victoria, BC, for the past six months and was back home in Sylvan Lake, Alberta, visiting family for a week’s vacation. I was…