So I guess we’re doing this today. 11 am, just took a small tiny bit to start. Why does everybody hate the taste? Tastes like getting fucked up to me. If David Chang used it in a dumpling people would wait outside in the rain for an hour just to look at one.

I don’t know how long we’d been tripping for by that point. Hours and hours and hours, light ones and dark ones, and some surprisingly cold ones, for late spring; then again, it was night.