[ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 ]	When we got to my apartment, a gated courtyard building, I fumbled for my keys for a few minutes, my pockets seemingly having infinite depth. Next thing I knew, we were sitting on the couch watching some sitcom rerun, shoveling Doritos into our mouths like we hadn’t eaten in weeks. Rob’s hair looked like a puff of cotton candy, so I took a piece and put it in my mouth. It didn’t taste like cotton candy. “Dude, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice sounding deeper and slower than usual, like a tape player about to run out of batteries. “Sorry.” I waved my hand in front of my face, swaying it like an upside down pendulum, watching the blur of trails that followed. “You see this shit?” I turned and waved my hand in front of Rob’s face. “The trails? Yeah, I see them.” “How long is this shit supposed to last?” I asked him, only shrooming once before and not clearly recalling the details of the tripping experience. “A few more hours. By the time your ma gets home, you should be fine.” I focused my attention on the blank wall above the television set. It seemed as if it was moving, like a porthole or a river current; ripples moving on a diagonal forming shadows against the white. It made me think about why anyone would want to be grounded when these herbs could make the world seem so beautiful. Ma walked in just as prime time television was finishing up. She was late. “Hey ma,” I said without turning my head to look at her, “Rob’s spending the night.” “What else is new?” she muttered, slightly irritated.