my strangest trip started of at the Ronald McDonald Circus at the Duquoin Illinois State Fair . A girl friend and I were doing a circus tour - show jumping . We helped tear down a Carousel and that is when it all started - The carnies we were aiding were drunk and the driver of the semi was drunker than most and actually rolled out of the tractor and almost into a face plant - we helpped pack the ride up then got the hell out of Illinois going the oppisite direction of the carnival for fear of drunken carny semi drivers. On we went to St Louis to meet up with Circus Flora. Only to find the were parked in a Museum of Carousels ...round and round we go ...the circus was lovely - very family oriented and we felt we had found a new home - met some friendly folks - someone who was a member of the native American Indian Church and was in possesion of some very small fungus that had been blessed by a shaman. We were nearing the end of our stay knowing it was time to head home and get back to our real Jobs at the Big Apple Circus.. so bag of fungii in hand we set out to Brooklyn munching all the way - the ride was smooth and youy didn't really notice how much you were hallucinating until you entered a truck stop restroom and saw the stall walls vibrateing and blowing in a breeze from thhe hand dryers. Onward to Brooklyn we arrive and walk into the tent on a hot summer day - there are people rehearsing the new show in the ring acrobats bobbing up and downwith ribbons inthere hands that are all streaming from the toof of the tent - we both blink as we can not believe they are mimicing a carousel and around and around we go ... home at last - I turn to an old friend and say can you hold onto this for me. a brown paper bag cluthed between his hands he looks inside to find half a pound of tiny little mushrooms...yum