This is the story of stories. Where it all began. You will lose yourself only to find you didn’t lose anything but nothing but everything. So come along and get ready for the ride of your time. Pt. one.

By the time I was in 7th grade I tried pot for the first time and got drunk. By the time I was in 8th grade and 13 years old I met my first real boyfriend.

Poem.

We have no control over whats going to happen to us next, we have control on what we will do next. My life has been hard but nows im right where I want to be.

By Brian Orr.

If I could rap, dis be a rap.

Me talking about an alright mushroom mixed with cannabis experience.

Defeating evil aliens while learning that you have actually defeated yourself.

An experience of “magic shrooms” and the trip they induce.