So the time was Fall 2006, when Aaron, myself, and that Colombian pal of ours (we’ll call him “Pablito”) were getting into DXM* (please see footnote) for psychedelic experiences. You can get a bit wacky on that stuff, and Aaron seemed particularly susceptible in that regard. One night, about an hour after taking it, Pablito and I left for the store to pick something up. Aaron, meanwhile, didn’t hear (or comprehend) our announcement, and, starting to succumb to the effects of the drug, was very confused/puzzled that we were gone. Alone and on the Internet, Aaron soon encountered a post on usfbullshit.com by our friend Gina reporting that her hamster had died. His name was Thom:
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