Yesterday, March 25, 2000, I went down to Chinatown and bought
myself a fat Mornthong durian. It was intense. It smelled like
rotting meat or ass or a gas stove that wasn't lit. But it tasted
really good. Like custard type consistency with really sweet flavors
and a touch of garlic. Really crazy striations going on as well.
After the Ketamine, though, I just kind of wanted it out of my
room.