“Brickston on ’shrooms talk, why you so fancy?”
“Touché, Sir Renfro. I feel a need to entertain a certain chivalry in our quest today. Good trips come to those who respect the primordial powers that be.” Brick jumped up unannounced on The Driver’s back who again received him. “On Llamrei! The Holy Grail awaits!” They all began to trot Monty Python style, except for Brick who rode on The Driver straight backed in his imaginary saddle. As they reached the outskirts of the deadhead encampment and could see glimmers of the green flow, the enchantments began to reveal themselves.
Inevitably, they wandered down their own paths. The uptick of the psilocybin roller-coaster lends itself to introspective seclusion as each mind must roam its own maze and avoid the menacing Minotaur. It is innately
