every time I go camping with my dad he gets annoyed if I won’t drink alcohol so this time I’ve decided to put a definitive end to that by uno reverse peer-pressuring him into doing magic mushrooms
dad quote: …..I feel like a moth…..
dad quote: I wonder how my life would be different if my father owned a speedboat. no. lets start with the basics. I wonder how my life would be different if my father loved me. and owned a speedboat
other highlights of the night:
took off his glasses and hearing aids because apparently he didn’t need them anymore
saw faces in two trees and made up an extensive dialogue between a 19th century british explorer and his frenemy a lowly ornithologist
explained to me in detail the entire plot of a movie called the incredible mr. limpet
went down to the docks (we’re camping at a lake) and began directing imaginary photoshoots
had to be physically stopped from enthusiastically waving down a police officer
polished off the night by listening to sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band. claimed to feel the disembodied presence of john lennon (we’ve all been there)
importantly, I was also high on an equivalent dosage and was fine
