The lights of Las Vegas blur into a dazzling kaleidoscope as the bass thumps through your bones. The air is thick with the scent of magic mushrooms, and the promise of a wild night hangs heavy. Strippers sashay by, their glittery costumes reflecting the neon signs like fallen stars. Tonight, the rhythm pulsates with something more than just the mus

Dude, Vegas is already wild, right? But picture taking that copyright experience up a notch with some psilocybin? I'm talking trippy lightshows on the strip, where the fountains dance to a rhythm is totally cosmic. Maybe Elvis isn't dead after all, he's just hangin' on another level of reality. You could run into some seriously bizarre characters -