Years ago I was too inpatient waiting on my friends to get home from work so ate an eighth without them. I'm just chilling by this little pond watching insects and such contemplating if the shrooms are hitting me yet or not. When my boss calls hey we got a no cool off taylor rd you wanna hit it. Sounds fun working on a AC while tripping but at the same time sounds like a terrible idea, squeak out a sure. So I head off to check out these peoples AC.
I pull up to this big house in a new subdivision, thinking oh shit I shouldn't of said yes these hoity-toity rich people are going to know I'm tripping balls. They call me around back where I walk in through this bead thing as a door, as soon I hit the other side the hippy music playing hits me and the dudes wifes in there dancing around all goofy in this hippy dress. Now I'm really freaking out, thinking what the fuck is going on, is this for real are these people tripping too. We go down to the basement and dude shows me the block of ice surrounding the evaporator coil. So we kick the heat on and chit chat while it melts down. I charge her up, collect a check and would still think its all a dream if I didn't have a signed invoice and a check in the morning.