Pubdate: Thu, 02 Aug 2007
Source: NOW Magazine (CN ON)
Copyright: 2007 NOW Communications Inc.
Contact:  http://www.nowtoronto.com/
Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/282
Author: Graham Duncan
Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/youth.htm (Youth)
Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/find?135 (Drug Education)

MY TRIPPY RIDE ON THE 505

Psychotropic Know-It-Alls Kill Mushroom High For Rocket Riders

On the Dundas West streetcar night, the goofy discourse and adenoidal 
laughter generated by a party-bound clump of teenage boys percolated 
harmlessly through the Red Rocket's interior.

Their revelry was largely inoffensive. If they transgressed at all, 
it was merely by having more fun than everyone else.

"We should get some mushrooms," said one of the boys. This, like 
everything else, provoked laughter.

"What, like some portobello mushrooms?" asked another. Even more laughs.

 From the back of the car a deliberate monotone sort of like someone 
speaking into a megaphone, only without a megaphone responded to this 
entirely rhetorical question, "The kind of mushrooms you want, they 
start with "ps. '"

The party posse wasn't sure how to respond to the originator of this 
unsolicited contribution. Their guffaws were now tinged with doubt. 
They weren't callous enough to just brush him off, but as teenage 
boys, they couldn't allow themselves to be cowed by this uncool 
middle-aged guy.

"Ps?" ventured one of them cautiously.

That's all it took. "I'm only going to give you one piece of advice," 
said Mr. Mushroom. This, to no one's surprise, proved to be false.

He proceeded to proffer opinions on psilocybins: where to find them, 
the duration of their effect and which are better, blue ones or red. 
Mr. Megaphone also issued some warnings.

The boys reacted to all this with what you'd have to call good 
manners, if any sort of manners are appropriate when drug advice is 
being given to minors by strangers on public transport.

Before long, two other 50-something passengers in this streetcar of 
stoners warmed to the topic and started chipping in their funny 
fungus expertise. One, holding a battered Penguin Classic, opined on 
the virtues of free-range versus cultivated mushrooms.

The boys were taking it from all sides now. It was as if one of them 
had blurted out, "What's a rufus-sided towhee look like?" in a 
streetcar full of dozing birdwatchers.

Realizing they had lost the floor, one hoodie-clad teen exclaimed, in 
a tone of only partially feigned outrage, "Okay, is there, like, 
anybody on this streetcar who isn't on drugs?"

Much snorting, boot-shuffling and general hilarity ensued. With that, 
they had regained the upper hand, reclaiming the streetcar's sonic 
balance of power.

At that moment we arrived at our stop and exited (by the rear doors). 
It made me wonder, are Canada's drug czars aware of this untapped resource?

If any of them are still fighting the war on drugs, they should think 
about recruiting from this surprisingly deep well of self-appointed 
psychotropic know-it-alls and send them out across the land. Let them 
visit the nation's cafetoriums, drop-in centres and 
non-denominational multi-purpose rooms with this mandate: Just share 
with the kids, man. Give them the benefit of your experience. Tell 
them everything you know.

The youth will be just saying no faster than you can say "ps."
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