Here is my journal pages from the first time I ever triped. It's a bit tough to
follow but here goes. It's not too long I hope you enjoy my first trip. It was
really intense but the writing I did that night was not just random thoughts.
8/19/94
9:45 - I just ate 3 pieces
of mushrooms 2 stems and a cap. It's 9:45pm on Friday. I'll write a bit...45
minutes I'm a bit strange because I like the tast of shrooms.
10:00 - I'm just nervous in
anticipation the above cost 15$. I don't know the guy who sold them to me but my
friend said they are good. I just bought two more small pieces for 3$ 2 small
stems. I don't have much in my stomic I just ate an orange. I'm real nervous.
"Gone! Like Candy." Craig Murphy said. Bill and Matt just left. I only
didn't get one class at Umass. I want to listen to music.
10:05 - (more boaring stuff like the above)
10:15 - I'm feeling a bit
strange. Nothing too strange...yet.
10:20 - Nothing much yet.
Bill and I are going to smoke to increase the trip. What I've eaten today
2 pizza slices.
2 two chicken
tenders
some water
soda
crackers
10:25 - I'm feeling rather
normal...I think.
10:30 - I feel like laughing
so bad.
10:45 - I'm in the dark its
tough to write. I just smoked. I wonder what is going to happen? The crickets
are really loud and distinct.
11:00 - I'm in Matts car (he
is straight) lights out. We are going north on 93. Huge speakers loud music.
Black Sabboth Ministry. I'm tripping good.
How do I write it.. It connects everything. The drug
connects the music to everythig. Everything is dancing. Everyting is a neat
green. I can come in and out of the "trip" to semi reality and then
back in to no reality. I'm going back in. In and out of two worlds.
11:15 - I'm in the dark
driving...wow.
(at this point I stoped keeping
track of time)
I don't want to write because I like to be zoned.
I'm gone.
is that..
wow..
Is that a face
I
cant read what I'm writing
do you understand me.
Lumberjack (what a funny word while triping try it)
Lumberjack she said and I laughed
whole lotta love
whole lotta love
love you hey
Baby M led Zeppelin
boy wow
I love Zeppelin
my left hand wow
everything is
melting
just like Billy said
I
can put my hand in my brain
I am massaging my brain
I have become def
All important is the now what I write in the past has no
signifigance only what is coming off my pen right now.
(now my friend Craig wrote a
bit)
Some people cry, funny trip
ride
it
THE SONG
this is fun
Do you think stan is the cookie monster
I dont know
(back to me and then I stopped
writing)
I don't want to waist paper
Ramble on
This is like a dream
(That is all I wrote....the
night was long and fantastic. I could probably tell you more now about what
happened but that is what I wrote. The whole trip was in a car ride for hours.
We drove miles and it seemed like minutes. Tell me what you think)
