2003-07-04 - 11:45 a.m.

So-and-so came over last night with his first flush of mushrooms from a new and incredibly easy growing method called �Invitro Technique�. Basically, you throw some water, brown rice flour and vermiculite into a canning jar, sterilize it and inoculate the jar with spores. Then, you leave the jar alone until mushrooms start to grow. Yes, they grow inside the jar, with no need to fuck around with �em besides to pick the deformed looking mushrooms at the end. They are in every way comparable to mushrooms grown in the standard way, they just look funny. Here�s a pic: http://micai.diaryland.com/images/invitro.jpg. Weird, huh?

I made tea out of my friends bounty, and although I didn�t partake, I did enjoy the evening with him after he had. We spent hours at a casino that just opened up recently, walking around and people-watching. I led my hallucinating friend around the place feeling somewhat like a parent with their child at an amusement park. The mushrooms were causing him to think about everything he saw and analyze the meaning behind it all, and we had some enlightening discussions while wandering around the maze of slots and card tables. Although the sight of so many desperate, hopeless people wasting their time and money was depressing, we were not depressed. We didn�t gamble, except to pay for the drinks that the nearly naked, leather-short-shorts-wearing cocktail waitresses foisted upon us. We left the place thankful for the experience, but vowed never to return.

We spent the rest of the night walking around downtown Sacramento, talking to each other, talking to strangers, talking to his dog and blowing up fat-ass firecrackers that his ex-girlfriend�s stepfather keeps giving him. Although he had told me that they made a big bang, I didn�t realize HOW big until I tapped my cigarette lighter to the fuse and tossed it out the car window while driving back from the casino. Even at eighty miles an hour and with a three second fuse, I could still feel the bang when it went off and the resulting flash filled my rearview mirror with an explosion of light. In retrospect, it probably wasn�t the smartest thing to do on a busy freeway...

Tonight I�m going to a Fourth-of-July barbeque and then later to a rave with some friends. In the meantime, I have clothes to wash, an apartment to clean and books to read. Cya.