Well again I just went to a festival from wednesday until sunday.... so the second night I met this old head at a side stage. He offered to smoke me up just because I was sitting by him and then I even found out he lives like an hour from me (and gave me his number, fuck yes...new connect...even had fishscale, wtf). Well, we get to talking and tells me he has shrooms. I've been looking for them all fucking day and he even sold me them on the low... and a gram of ketamine on the low. It was so cheap I asked him if I could try the ketamine first before I paid him. He let me... well I ended up paying him because it was good as fuck. Well during the process when I took the money out for the shrooms... I had lost my half gram of moonrocks!! I was looking everywhere for it and even ran back to my campsite to retrace my steps. I already figured it was a loss, but then I remembered it may have been wrapped up in my money when I got my shrooms.
Well, I walked back up the mountain and all the way to the side stage where they had little tables. There was a dude sitting in the spot I was in, but luckily got up. That's when I whipped out my flashlight and kept saying I hope I find what I loss (trying to make them think I was looking for something else). The guy even offered me more light, but luckily I quickly saw my moonrock laying under the table covered in dirt (now crushed because people stepped on it), but it was mine. I was so fucking happy and lucky!!! I couldn't believe it was still there, especially with all the ground scoring going on.
I was in panic mode over loss drugs lmfao