Now I remember why I don't do mescaline very often. Takes forever to prepare and tastes like an incontinent hobo's anus—plus this is the first time I have ever fully power chucked or helicopter projectile vomited, covering R.'s toilet head-to-toe in red wine and the retch and gag of San Pedro cactus.

Still, the trip was pretty mint.

Like the brave & noble knights of bygone chivalric times, our heroes battle courageously against tyranny and oppression by boiling San Pedro cactus in a big fuck-off cooking pot

Photo by P.