So I end up at that party I got randomly invited to all the way out on Richmond and Haultain. Yeah I didn't know anyone there as expected.

But I say the highlight of the night was a whole lot of time discussing and arguing over what this object was. It was some vaguely clam shaped thing made of possibly plastic and rubber, found by someone on acid. It could be a seed of some sort, a petrified clam, an alien probe, or emitter of some sort of subliminal advertising campaign. I have no idea what the fuck it was, but somehow I feel that the cosmic truth or reality would somehow unravel if anyone ever found out. It could be the outer edge of the universe and smashing it could create some sort of subatomic fission of the destructive kind.