Instead of drinking on my 21st, I went swimming and tripped on shrooms.

For the laying down portion of the trip, I stared at a wood paneled ceiling that showed me a story about a forbidden romance. Romeo and Juliet type shit, but make it Arabic. & In that moment, I knew I was tripping balls.

I later went home to a surprise dinner with family and friends. Since I was tore up from swimming, I went to my room to freshen up. I put on liquid eyeliner and it glided onto my lid like a Japanese watercolorist.

I came back down for dinner and as my Tita said grace, I couldn’t help but giggle at the placemat’s pattern that was dancing below me. Then my best friend leaned over and whispered, “how high are you?”

SUBMITTED ON MAY 5, 2020 | 6:49 AM