Ernest was a little boy from the town. I didn’t really knew him,
but he was alway there, waiting for you around the corner. He was
kind of creepy.

So Ernest was there, eating of mushroom.

- Hum… hello little boy. - … Hello… Want a shroom? - Well. Why not‽

I ate the mushroom and went into this super acid trip.

When the acid faded out, I saw that I was lying on the floor in
front of my firdge with my head resting in the fruits drawer.