And it helps if you both like drugs—or both don’t. But in our case the former.
"Do you want to do those mushrooms now?"
I laugh.
That’s Jules: she’s waiting for an answer.
I’m grinning like: no.
"So. Do you want to?" she says.
"Do you want to?"
"Kind of. I’d kind of like to try."
"Have you ever done them before?"
She shakes her head like we’re discussing candy—and she’s three.
"Well now’s not the best time to try," I say.
"Why not."
"Don’t you have a show tomorrow?"
"I have a show tomorrow at noon," she says. "Call is noon."
"Well," I say. "I mean it’s kinda late."
It’s 11:38.
"I mean. If you take them now..then..that’s like six in the morning you’re gonna stop tripping. Or eight."
"Right," she says, "Then I’ll do my show."
I’m all about taking mushrooms with Jules but I’m not too thrilled about impacting the theatre quality in Dayton. It’s already kinda low.