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When I was in Amsterdam, I tried mushrooms again.  And again.  I don’t want to say too much about the second time, though.  Here’s a visual approximation:

Right around the 29-second mark.

 

About that other trip: I brought my pen and paper and took notes at every stop along the way.  Later in the evening, I typed these hand-written scribbles and, finding them to be mostly nonsense the next day, thought it would be harmless to share.

3:30 PM:  Ate the mushroom while walking in the street.  The taste once again fills my nostrils after chewing. Caustic shit-taste fungus.
My body is beginning to heat up, as usual.  This seems to happen whether I’m exerting myself or not (i.e. walking or sitting still).  Ate more mushrooms.
Went back to the hostel a few hours later, left again, and suddenly I realized I was walking around in the rain aimlessly. I was crying. Strange.
Passed a KFC restaurant earlier, and stared up at the image of Colonel Sanders. He started crying blood.  Black streams of crusty blood.  I felt bad for him.  I think I will buy some of his food to cheer him up.
I went inside KFC and tried to order some food.  Thought I saw a rat scurry across the floor behind the counter. I looked over my shoulder at everyone else in line, but no one else seemed to have noticed.
I sat down at a booth and think about the rat.  Wonder if he escaped from their holding pen in the kitchen before they could batter him into a crsipy chicken tender.
I’m aware that other people in the restaurant are looking at me now.
World begins to spin at 1046
Colors are kind of breating
It’s like being drunk, and once again, my lungs feel heavy, like it’s hard to breathe
Slight shimmering
Legs feel like jelly again, but that could be because I’m just tired, as I was the first time when I tried this
World only tries to close in on it if I don’t pause to think about it and “hold it at bay”
Staring at a bouquet of roses and I just realized I think that they’re moving like they were squid arms, though I know that can’t be
My pupils are dilated
When I walk around is when I realize something is definitely out of the ordinary this time

Right here, I returned to the hostel again, and everything after this was typed into my laptop.

my desktop background is a photo of betty white holding twin lightsabers on the forests of Endor while the deceased cast of “The Golden Girls” looks on proudly, like blue Jedi ghosts.
This is important only because Betty White is currently melting.
1058: Just like it was when I tried the first time, my attention is turning more inward and my body feels almost numb and I almost lose the ability to see colors unless if I focus harder; it’s a slight numbing of colors
The flower stalks are still kind of just moving in the periphery for some reason.  Sitting in a coffeeshop.
I can type without any problems.
I wrapped heat around my body like a pyromancer

What happened after that?  I sat down in a dark alley under a large church steeple.  It continued to rain the whole night.  I slept it it off.

It was late Sunday evening, and me and Sejin were hungry.  Receiving no answer after phoning a local Sharjah Pizza Hut for delivery, we visited their website and lodged a light-hearted complaint.

Sent: Sunday, June 24, 2012 11:16 PM
To: MENAPAKT PH Customer Care
Subject: Customer Feedback

From: Madam Josh, Yager

Comments : 11pm no delivery? ㅋㅋ I am disappointed. This is infuriating. If you don’t want my money, you should have just said so on your website. Now I have to go eat my money because I can’t have any pizza tonight!

It was Sejin’s quick thinking that cleverly disguised me as a woman.  In the end, I did not follow through on my threat to eat my money that night.  We had some Trix cereal, fell asleep, and generally did everything outside of thinking about Pizza Hut.  The next morning, Sejin found this in her work inbox, since we had regrettably provided her real e-mail address:

Sent: Monday, June 25, 2012 9:57 AM
Subject: FW: Customer Feedback

Dear   Madam Josh,

Thank you for bringing this feedback to our attention and please accept our sincere apologies for the inconvenience brought by this situation.

Please be informed that by copy of this message, we are forwarding your comments to Mrs. Faten Sabek from Kuwait Food Company, Americana   our Pizza Hut franchise partner in UAE who will be contacting you to discuss further the issue you have raised.

Please do not hesitate to contact us again in the future.

Thanks and regards,
Pizza Hut Customer Care
Middle East, North Africa, Pakistan and Turkey

It was clear that upper-level management of Pizza Hut felt genuinely hurt that I had chosen to consume my money out of spite.  But they weren’t about to let me keep eating my money, not when they could conceivably convince me to trade it for one of their marginally less nutritious pizzas instead.  I have to commend their business acumen; a lesser company would not have made this connection.

Later in the evening, Sejin received a new e-mail from one Mohamed Yakout, whose mail signature revealed that he was a rogue operative working outside the Pizza Hut bureacracy:

Sent: Monday, June 25, 2012 6:04 PM
From: Mohamed Yakout
Subject: RE: Customer Feedback

Dear Ms. Josh,

Thanks a lot for bringing your feedback about Pizza Hut to my attention but kindly email your contact number in order to get more details from you and take the necessary action.

Best regards,

Mohamed Yakout
Kuwait Food Co. (Americana)

“Take the necessary action?”  My blood ran cold.  I immediately established that the executive bigwigs at Pizza Hut had gotten wind of my complaint and wanted to silence me for good.  Shit, I had gotten in too deep!  They knew they should have made delivery available until at least midnight–they knew it!–but now that I had the power to topple their empire, they had no choice.  Had Pizza Hut really just outsourced a hit on me, Ms. Josh, using this Kuwaiti hired hitman?  Curious to a fault, I told Sejin to go ahead and e-mail her home telephone number to this corporate assassin.

Sejin left for work the next morning.  After she closed the front door, the phone rang down the hallway.  I walked to it, reached down, and picked up the receiver, expecting Sejin had forgotten something.  Maybe she wanted to take some Trix cereal for the work commute.  Maybe she liked Trix as much as I did.  Instead, I was greeted by the raspy voice of Murderin’ Mohamed.

“Hello, can I speak to… Madam… Joshua Yager?”

To be continued…?