my little brother had bought a shitake and left it on his table in the cafeteria, and when he returned it was gone. i talked to my friend about it, a girl i was (pretending to be?) lesbian with, sitting in a bathtub washing each other's hair, and the guys who were hanging out in the same room, one of them had stolen mike's mushroom. he gave me a different kind of mushroom to give back to mike and then they all left. i found mike and handed him the fragile, still-growing mushroom, still sitting on it's little pile of earth/shit, all funny colors (actually reminds me of my yellow pipe, with white&purple nubbins and a blue bowl), and he grabbed it, not really knowing what it was. it crumbled in his grip and i tried to save the spores. maybe we could grow more. they looked so magical....
mushrooms.