I was in Dallas with Lynn (a Waco attorney), and it was raining outside. Lynn said that the next day would be a good day for looking for mushrooms. I thought that was a wonderful idea and said, "Yea, why don't we go out together and see if we can find some."
When Lynn told me he was going to be too busy, and then left, I thought I would just go out and hunt mushrooms by myself. So the next morning I arose, went to a field in the country and looked through a fence around the field. I could see several mushrooms in the field. I was looking for psilocybin mushrooms, but I didn't know enough about them to be able to tell whether these mushrooms were psilocybin. There must have been 100 different kinds of mushrooms growing in the field. Some had blue tops. Others were brown. And some even looked like small square blocks.
Just as two young boys (each around 10 years old) walked up, I looked on the other side of the fence and noticed a rather large gun lying there. It looked like a cowboy gun, and I couldn't tell whether it was real or a toy. When one of the boys picked the gun up, I said, "Let me see that."
After he handed it to me, I looked at it and then handed it back to the boy.
I asked the boys if they knew which type of mushrooms were the right ones. They said they did know, and they began looking around. But I could soon tell that they didn't know what they were doing. I was afraid to eat any of the mushrooms because I knew that some could be poisonous and could kill me. I decided I was going to have to get a book on mushrooms so I could tell which ones were psilocybin.
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