“The thing I don’t like about doing mushrooms is the dead feeling you get,” she turned her barstool towards me, “You’ve never had that?” then looked down at her arm as if it was hanging meat, “I’d have to remind myself that my arm was alive, and a part of my body.”
She said, “You like Janis Joplin?” I smiled and nodded into my hand as she continued, “We should put her on the jukebox. We’d be crying in our beers.”