Thanks, SHAPE, but you have reminded me of another manuer story in which a top notch bodybuilder and two other dudesforced me (not at gunpoint) to show them the cow pasture where magic mushrooms were sure to grow after every rainfall.
Pellius may know that magic-mushroom, cow pasture well.
We found them and did whatever was necessary to smoke or eat them ,,, but I did neither ... and the others went a bit insane but appeared very happy anyway.
Here in the Wild, Wild West I think it's peyote, but I'm hopeing that those good friends have forgotten me.
I hope they ain't GetBig members.