My traveling friends and I went to Burning Man. I handed off a cup of spiked Koolaid given to me by another person, for I wasn’t in the mood to drink booze. He passed out in his tent for more than a day. The next morning, outside of his tent were two apples.
On the way home, he kept insisting we stop and get drunk, that we stop by the petrified wood attraction. When we returned home, he offered his folding Asian screen to me for $100.
