How in the hell am I supposed to remember? I can barely remember things that happened THIS trip. You want me to regress to past ones? I do know this is my conclusive trip though.
OH! Wait! You aren’t talking about that sort of trip!
About 9 hours maybe? The walls were breathing and I could hear every single sound when I was outside. My friend tripped with me and started to freak out. He thought my high-top Chuck Taylors with rainbow shoelaces were magic and there were those little black crocodile-mouth-looking things from Super Mario Bros. 3 all on the floor of my bedroom. He refused to leave my bed but he grabbed one of those shoes and scooped them up and threw them out my window.
You know, I guess those shoes WERE magic.
