We were walking down the street to see Michelle Jupiter’s vintage shop, Space Dust. Adrian saw a yummy-looking bush and broke a piece off and licked it (with his tongue). I watched in jealousy and nibbed off a piece of it to munch on. It had beautiful milky white puss dripping out of its bulbs. It didn’t taste as good as you would think - but not bad either. Then our tongues started burning hot shortly after. Once we reached Space Dust, we promptly called poison control. The Minister of Poison said, “Hey kids, where are your parents?” To which we replied, “We don’t have them with us… we’re grown-ups.” “You’re probably gonna be alright, but you should consider going to the hospital,” said the Minister of Poison. After much debate, we decided to skip the hospital and ended up playing the show at the Silverlake Lounge with Future Eyes Crystal Choir. Our tongues burned all night and we never ate street plants again.