🧵 I took acid in Tokyo and ended up in the Red Room.

It wasn’t on the map. No sign, no entrance. Just a red light blinking like a warning. I followed it like a moth.

Inside, silence. Velvet walls. Beats bleeding from the ceiling. A bartender who looked like a priest and poured like a sinner.

They didn’t ask what I wanted. They told me what I needed. A drink named “Confession.” It tasted like regret and first love.

I left hours later, or maybe years. One rose petal in my pocket. Still warm. Acid Capitalist™ 🖤⚔️💣