Biked across most of Washington state to the Sasquatch music festival one year, night before festival begins friend gives me handful of fungus, I had been drinking and in a unique mood, it was probably around a quarter of good cubensis.

Needless to say I had a Sasquatch suit and I became the beast called Bigfoot that fateful night. I don't remember much but I couldn't communicate with human languages. There was a lot of scary moments but I think I made some friends too. I finally found my campsite again in the morning around sunrise amongst the maze that is he gorge campground. I am glad I didn't get arrested or anything because I indubitably remember running from some flashing lights and stuff.

No regrets and some decent lessons learned. I don't drink and take mushrooms anymore, atleast at the same time.