That's just great. So we we're on crack now, and having an okay time as this man named "Tiger" explained to us that he was going to put some pants on later that were really "gonna make us wild, man, they were really tripped out". I was curious but also disturbed at this idea. Mushroom time was upon us, and we ate them with precision and cinnamon rolls, giggling, and excitement took over any crack weirdness, and we were happy again. We all made our way to the backyard where trains were going through, beautiful we thought and felt. We all gazed at the hula hooping ren fest chick, who was hooping fire, as all the mush heads ooed and awed. When the fire show was over sax man told us we were all about to do an abandoned train exploration. But I knew I had seen trains go by, and Laura and Seth knew the same. Sax man tells us that we can't bring flashlights or talk during this exploration because people will shoot us with pellet guns. In no way did this exploration sound fun, so here is our chance, Laura, Seth and I ran to my car, scared, Shit we forgot our pillows, Laura hops in my car and waits as Seth and I sneak back inside for our pillows. We almost make it through unnoticed, but a forty year old mr.clean looking man grins at us and says "You guys leaving..." Seth screamed and rushed out the door. I don't even remember the walk to the car, just the sudden feeling of being in my car, safe and sound. I assured Laura and Seth I was good to drive, although I had never driven a spaceship before. Beep boop beep, blast off. The lights were mesmorizing, and unbelievably we made it home. Back to our huge denim couch, and couch friend Mitchell, all who made fun of our moon eyes, and scared faces. For Laura, Seth and me, the decision was clear, we should put our blankets in the dryer for a good warm, and seperate ways. What a night.