Newsgroups: rec.drugs.psychedelic Once, somewhere in Southern Germany, my friends and I consumed purple haze by smoking it in a water pipe and drank dried psilocybin mushrooms in a herbal tea. We then proceeded to have a barbeque outside of our downtown dorm in an old rustic courtyard built almost 300 years ago. An old German woman cried out haggardly from a neighboring courtyard window something in German that it was forbidden to grill in the courtyard because of the horrendous smell it would give off (this was amazing because we were cooking GERMAN sausages). I responded to this old woman in the usual sarcastic, but quiet and collective, tone that she should just go ahead and call the police, if she didn't have anything better to do with her time than to make young peoples' lives miserable. Well, she did. We lived just around the corner from the Polizei station, which also had windows facing into the courtyard. The commander of this police branch had heard everything from his window, as it turned out, and came out of the police station about 10 minutes later. As he was pacing across the courtyard to the other side to the car (just 20m away from our bbq grill), the old woman in the window screamed out to him about us grilling in the courtyard to which the commander responded that it was not forbidden for us to grill there, IF we had met all the regulations for grilling in a courtyard. They exchanged a few rows with each other and the commander said that he would deal with the situation promptly. We, as American exchange students in Germany, had no idea what regulations needed to be met, and our German friends there weren't much help either. We just wanted to eat our Wurst and drink a beer in peace and enjoy the weather and sparse garden in the courtyard. He then came over to us and began to question us in a secret service style: "Name? Wo wohnen Sie? Was studieren Sie?" To which, we all answered honestly, but with not a little fear. He then proceeded to tell us about all the rules and regulations for grilling in a small downtown courtyard (water source within 20m or so, bucket of sand, and grill 20m or so away from any cars or flammable materials; all of which was built into the courtyard as part of the fire department regulations, it turned out) and warned us not to be too loud or too long with it. After some time, we offered him a Wurst on a roll with mustard, to which he kindly refused, but he did decide to take us up on our offer of good German beer. He drank his beer with us for about 20 minutes and told us about his family and his student days, reminisced about his travels to California and the Grand Canyon. I knew the whole time that he knew we were tripping off of our kites, but also noticed that he didn't give a damn. His parting words were these, "Enjoy it now while you're young and keep your cool about things, or else you will turn out to be like that old bitch in the window up there." He then got into his police car and headed out towards somewhere. We ate our Wurst, smiled up at the old woman in the window as we were leaving (she continued to watch us the whole time we grilled), and then went down into an old cellar which is sound proof, turned on the Doors at full volume, smoked some more weed, turned off the glaring overhead flourescent light and arranged small candles on the floor and acted like we were airplanes landing on a runway. We danced a little, talked a lot, and we didn't hurt anyone. Well, I guess not anyone, except the pride of the old bitch who didn't get her way. I have met him several times walking out of my dorm and always stopped and chatted with him a little. To my surprise, I learned that I was actually dating his German daughter! We ended up marrying and he showed me the ropes on how to get a German license for legally growing marijuana at home. Now we are all happy. (Warning: many folks say that drinking alcohol with psilocybin mushrooms can be dangerous. We knew this, and adjusted our drinking of beer to only 0.5 liters per person. The rest of the time we drank water and herbal tea and basically did the things that healthy young people do. This story is full of truth and embellishment, so don't believe everything you read.)