"I once took pure dextromethorphan and started tripping and lost my damn mind and thought I was actually really going to die... unless I made a bunch of bowls of cereal... for some reason. So, it is like 2am and I am in the middle of making like 15 bowls of cereal when my drunk-as-hell roommate gets home and finds me mid-cereal making. He asks me WTF I am doing and I tell him I gotta make cereal or I am finished. Being a good friend, he just shrugged and was like, 'Well, guess we gotta make some bowls of cereal,' and dove right in and helped me make like 20+ bowls of cereal; none of which we ate. I never took that shit again."
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