Okay, So last sunday SWIM decided that he would smoke some DMT meditating with a candle, and for some reason he
left his pipe out and his patterned glass bubble with cork, containing probably 100 - 150mg. also, in the same property,
a glass petri dish evaporating fresh crystals, and a carcophony of chemicals, mimosa brews, evaporating dishes, and
other assorted glassware.
Soo, SWIM's dad and him have taken on the challenge of redecorating this property and SWIM had decided that it would be
cool to leave it out since technically he's still living there. SWIM's dad randomly goes round there mid-week, (we were gonna
go on sunday, I was there, but he didn't show.) and then swims' worrying away for the whole day like, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,
I hope he didn't smoke any. I reallllllly hope he doesn't smoke any. He's so not ready for it. he's not ready for it. he's not ready...
omg, It might fuck him up, it might make him loose his mind. he's not meditated beforehand, he doesn't know what he's dealing
with, omg omg omg.
Later, I get a phonecall.... basically like, "Hi <realname>, yeah, I can't do anything until you've moved out. yada yada, all your
stuff is still in there." No mention of the pipe, spatula and glass bubble laying out, the white candles, the glassware,
the bottles, the box of pharmaceuticals. No mention at all other than the polite euphemism "you need to move your stuff out."
There was evidence in this room of consumption of every drug known to man since 1544 a.d. "Incredible. How could it happen?"

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