5 to 20 fully clothed people on ecstasy, piled together in a back room of a house party.
I met the sweetest guy last night when we were next to each other in the Love Salad.
An ageless, crystalline being, resembling a Banana Slug, who lives in a cave and tells stories and cautionary tales to visiting strangers, while cooking eggs on a potbelly stove.
I awoke in a bed of straw. The soothing voice of a friendly looking, crystalline creature, I could only describe as a DiamondSlug told me a story that has, to this day, left me pondering concepts well beyond my own imaginings. The eggs he cooked werenât too bad either.