Pizza Place

So there we were waiting at the train station on our way to downtown Berkeley, gobbling up a handful of mushrooms...

Finally the train comes and we travel for 15 minutes. As we step off the train we realise that it's probably the hottest, most ball sweaty day of the year. Better get some liquid. We walk down telegraph ave., the sun blaring in our faces, and decide to get some pizza because we hadn't eaten anything but the mushrooms.

So I walk into the place and I start to notice my heightened "shroom sense" kick in. I pay special attention to this, until I get yelled at by the guy working there, "WHAT DO YOU WANT EEEEEAAAATTTTTTTT?" he said. Hmm. I look up at the toppings menu, what does it say, what does it all mean.... MUSHROOMS - add $50 for topping!

I start laughing uncontrollably. I THINK they know whats up. They give me my food and I shuffle off to the back. The mirror walls surround us with frightening reflections. Everyone is looking at us. I try to eat my pizza in silence but the cheese is bubbling and morphing and just plain sloppy and ALIVE. It's a living organism. I can't eat it.

So we look around and everyone has left excpet some person in a wheelchair. I felt so bad, here I was acting like a fool and this poor guy in a wheelchair has to endure our stupidity. We flee the scene, walk out into the sun which seems brighter than if we had actually been walking on the sun, and walk to the park for some shade.

For the next 3 hours we sat under a tree and drew weird shit in a sketch book...