It took Galga, myself and most of the women in the city to harvest and grind the Golden root. Together working like a well oiled veteran machine we competed the task in three days. The end result was over 100 bags of 20 pound bricks. Looking down on the fruit of our labor I am oddly reminded of The war on Gina’s street back home. During that brief war my mother found 100,000 pounds of opiates. But Thats another story for another time. Right now we need to take this hallucinogenic dust for a test run. Several men whom came to supervise the entire process volunteered to be my test dummies.
On my third attempt I was successful in creating a bubbled that allowed the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide out all the while keeping the golden root smoke in. It took some effort and four of the 2
