We decided to take the scenic route back home, thought maybe it would be fun to travel long side the ole Mississippi River, coming back.
First stop was in, St. Louis, saw that big ole arch, and an ole paddle boat. Made me wanna be an ole time river gambler, but you gotta have money for that and I had NONE.
Next stop was in one of these road side camp thingys. We met some other young folks , kinda like us, just out havin a good time and all.
They asked us if we wanted to share some of their mushrooms, now, I had never ate no mushrooms before and I was really hungry, I had seen em before, in the restaurants, and they really looked good.
These folks weren't even cookin em though, they said you just eat em raw, should known right then these folks is a little crazy. Stoopid me ate em any way.
Very soon like, I was sicker than a dog, and ever thin was blurry, slowed down, and just plain ole weird. Found out, these damn things, were some kinda halucegeenine thing. Now, I didn't mind gitten stoned, mind you, but this, trippin thing, weren't for me. I guess, once a hippie hick, always a hippie hick, no full blown offical, hippie here. If that is what, trippin, was all about, I was goin back to sippin moon shine, least that way I could sleep it off. This shi.. seemed to go on and on, you couldn't just lay down and go to sleep neither. It finally wore off, and I was happy to git outta thet place, whew.
I, decided, No more stops, I just wanted to git back home, sleep in my own bed, and just plainole git back to normal doins. My hippie hick days was commin to an end.
Sos, after whut was spose to be a four day weekend, startin on Memorial day, and endin the week after, turned into a cross country trip, we finally got home in time for the Labor Day festivities. Never mind that, I slept right through it, in my own comfortable bed, back on campus. I went and cut my hair all off, shaved my beard, quit smokin, and becane just another student, and I never looked back.
TILL NOW, LOL, I guess them were, magic mushrooms, after all.