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Ross was ebullient as he bent down to one of the lower shelves and pointed at a random tray.<br />
“Look at this one,” he said, his finger traversing the air as he spoke. “And this one, look at that.”<br />
Julia saw that on each shelf there sat a white tray almost two feet in diameter—more than a<br />
dozen in all—and that inside these trays were hundreds of tiny shoots sprouting into the air. From a<br />
few feet away, they looked like platters full of baby porcupines. She moved closer, now peering<br />
directly into one of the white trays, and was astonished at the sheer number of brown and white<br />
mushroom stems. These were not normal mushrooms. She knew perfectly well that they were magic.<br />
“Look over here at this one.” Ross beamed. She turned, seeing what he was pointing at; a plump<br />
hazel and milky-colored button that looked like it was ready to be picked and sprinkled on top of a<br />
salad. He was as proud as a parent.<br />
As Julia inspected further, she started to estimate how many mushrooms he was actually growing.<br />
It was easily more than a thousand, maybe even double that. Plucked from their rectangular white<br />
plastic homes, the contents of these trays could probably fill a large black garbage bag, or even two.<br />
“How much does this place cost?” she asked.<br />
“It’s 450 dollars a month.”<br />
“It’s a total shit hole.”<br />
Ross laughed. This was fine with him. A shit hole, after all, was the perfect place to operate a<br />
secret drug laboratory.<br />
The entire operation—his massive shroomery, the seeds of what he hoped would be his<br />
burgeoning Silk Road empire—would end up costing him more than $17,000, including rent and<br />
supplies, which were endless. There were the petri dishes, tape, and glue guns; the ingredients,<br />
including peat, gypsum, and rye; and the kitchen supplies, like the pressure cooker and kitchen timer.<br />
All of it had added up very quickly. As for the return on his investment, he estimated he could get $15<br />
or so per gram for the mushrooms. Given that there would be several kilos of product at the end of the<br />
yield, he could easily make tens of thousands of dollars in profit. But—and this was a big “but”—this<br />
was a lot of mushrooms to offload, and it wasn’t obvious that his Web site was even going to work.<br />
Would people want to buy magic mushrooms off a stranger on the Internet?<br />
“Aren’t you worried about getting caught?” Julia asked.<br />
“Of course,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious question in the world. “But I need product<br />
for my site.”<br />
He reminded her that no one else knew about this hideaway. He had taken the proper precautions<br />
to stay covert during his shroom-growing phase and even read the book The Construction and<br />
Operation of Clandestine Drug Laboratories, which was essentially a Dummies guide for setting up<br />
a felonious drug lab.<br />
Though most people would have been shocked or distraught or entirely terrified to discover their<br />
boyfriend managing a secret drug farm, Julia was intrigued by the idea—she felt like someone who<br />
knew a secret no one else should know. In her mind, while she knew Ross could get into trouble if he<br />
was caught, she didn’t envision the consequences being that severe; it wasn’t like Ross had driven her<br />
to a secret meth lab or a heroin-making facility with a dozen half-naked workers. These were just a<br />
few trays of mushrooms.<br />
Ross, on the other hand, was fully aware exactly what could happen if he was caught. Texas’s<br />
merciless laws could result in five to ninety-nine years in prison for four hundred grams of<br />
mushrooms. Ross’s secret farm was currently growing almost a hundred pounds of hallucinogens.