Last Couple Hours of Acid Trip Spent Doing Laundry | The Hard Times

A Philadelphia man achieves cosmic oneness with the universe and then immediately pivots to separating his lights from darks, because an open washer waits for no man — enlightened or otherwise. His roommate has quietly optimized this phenomenon as his primary housecleaning strategy, and his drug dealer has pivoted her entire sales pitch to the post-trip chore window demographic.