I Have Fond Memories

True story here. Back in my youngun days, right after I turned 16, I was on a Greyhound bus coming from Reno Nevada back to Orange County. (Just graduated with my G.E.D. at Job Corp)

Any way I was sitting in back with 3 collage students on their way to enroll in U.S.C. who had some real good weed but did not know how to roll joints, so I rolled a bunch up and ended up hanging out with them the whole trip together.

We had a lay over in Sacramento, and they took me out to eat where some older lady was selling magic mushrooms, she must have taking a liking to us because she sold us a sandwich baggies about half full for 15 bucks and a bunch of change and a few joints.

Well we went back to the bus and found they had changed driver. Our new driver was an old hippie with a passage radio. The dude listened to classic rock.

As it turned out, EVERY one except for maybe three people liked pot and like mushrooms, and everyone wanted some..
We knew there wasn't enough to go around, so we mixed the weed and shrooms together and smoked it.
Almost the WHOLE bus was BOMBED.
We had that bus tripping from Sacramento all the way to L.A listening to Grateful Dead and Pink Floyd songs.