[ IP ] The old man of the forest

We were somewhere on the edge of the Narkotikut State Forest when the drugs took hold. 
 
 `` Jesus shit dude, that tree!'' I shouted to my friend Turtle. 
 
 `` What about it?'' he replied, clearly not yet peaking as hard as I was. 
 
 `` Look at it, dude! It looks like a face!'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` Like, with the moss and the grass and shit, dude!'' 
 
 I glanced alternately at the large tree before me, upon which moss seemed to be growing in the pattern of a man's eyebrows and moustache and a nose defined by a knotty outgrowth of wood, and my friend, whose perplexed expression told me we clearly were n't participating in the same reality. 
 
 `` What the hell are you talking about? What... wait a minute..!'' He paused for a moment before a massive grin crept across his face and he began to cackle intensely. 
 
 `` Bahahahaha! Jesus shit dude, you're right - it does kinda look like a face!'' 
 
 I looked back at the tree, the tree looked back at me, and I too began to laugh. 
 
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 I wrote this on a whim at like 2:30 AM in a single go, so it aint exactly Shakespeare or Homer.
