The first time I tried mushrooms, I was with Daron, at a Nine Inch Nails/Marilyn Manson show. The Jim Rose Circus Sideshow—a sort of roving carnival of freaks—performed between sets and I have a searing memory of watching a guy onstage hanging stuff from his balls while I was tripping. I looked down at my hand and was convinced that it was covered in blood. Alarmed, I pointed it out to Daron. “Don’t worry, bro,” he told me. “You’re just tripping.” He later admitted that he saw the blood all over my hand too but was trying to calm us both down.
