‘Fucking relax bruv, it’s shrooms. Not peyote, for Christ’s sake. Calm. Chill.’ Kian began mocking the nervous person next to him, breathing in and out slowly before bursting with laughter, ending it in a sigh. ‘It’s fine, seriously. Close your eyes. Just sit for a second and then we’ll go fuck off and wander around. I want to show you something,’ he finished in his thick south London accent. ‘New mural I did on 11th.’
“The colors though!” She proclaimed, “I wish my camera could be on shrooms too so it can see what I’m seeing... Know what I mean?” Jack took a deep breath, trying to cool her enthusiasm. She did close her eyes but the colors still danced behind her eyelids. “This isn’t working... Let’s just walk.”
















