Well this was my third trip on mushrooms.I live in a small town where getting
anything but alcohol,weed,or if you're really whacked,cocaine.
The shrooms we took this trip were the left overs from the night before.We
got the shrooms from a friend who had returned from visiting one of our buddies
who moved to B.C.He decided to pick up a BIG bag of "mush" and we
persuaded him to sell us some.Up where I live it normally costs $20 bucks for a
small gram of shrooms,but because he is sort of a dumbass and does n't know how
big a gram of shrooms really is he was goining to give us at least four times
that amount,and with proprly applied peer pressure even more.We took them that
night and had more left over for the next day.
The next
day we decided we wanted to trip again so my cousin bought another gram and gave
me his left overs.After consuming them in the afternoon(I dosed half an hour
before him)we went for a trip to uptown.
I began
to feel a strange feeling in my stomache(kind of like the butterflies/stage
fright thing)just before passing by a guy whom I had vowed to fight because he
was trying to fight my brother.I had to abort the mission because I was starting
to feel too screwed up and even though he could barely throw a punch let alone
hit me,I might have gotten a good licken because of my altred state.
We eventually made it to the store and my cousin bought
some munchies while i just sood in front of the magazine rack getting
inceasingly more fucked up.I began to feel like i was drunk on pills yet i could
think clearer than normal.I began to trip out on trying to figure out how the
trip felt like acid and how it didn't and what aspects of other drugs seem to
fit in the equation.While me and my cousin walked back to his place I tried to
explain how it was like taking every other drug i've ever taken but suddenly
though I wanted to talk I couldn't think of anything to say and we walked on in
what seemed to be unending uncomfortable silence.Tus began the beginning of a
bad trip.When we reached his house and hung out downstairs things really got
interesting.Apparently when he diveded up the mushrooms he took all the big
peices(caps,big stems)amd I got most of the stuff at the bottom of the
bag(dust,small stems)He says I got more but its his own dawm fault since he's
the one who divided them.Anyway we sat in uncomfortable silence listening to the
doors as he grew to look increasingly pissed off because he was feeling nothing
while I continued tom get more and more fucked up.I looked at a folded up
comforter and it appeared to be expanding(like when you cumple paper and it
uncrumples a bit)yet it wasn't at the same time,very weird.The stereo was
playing Break on thru(the ultimate trip song)and it[the stereo]seemed
extrordinarily huge like when you stand close to a sky skraper and look
up.Yet,it was a very small stereo.It also seemed to be growing,plus the song
seemed liked it was coming from down a long tunnel and sounded so huge!When I
looked at the walls their three dimentionality looked wrong and ugly like some
thing picasso would paint.After picking up my cousins death row greatest hits cd
booklet my attenton was drawn to a painting of the deathrow
"crew"which looked like it was one of those mad fold up things(It
wasn't)I noticed other things too,like a head didn't look like it didn,t belong
to some ones body,or an arm on someone looked like it didn't belong on their
body and was added later.I stared at this picture for what must have been an
hour in the same position.It was like I was witnessing what was the most
intreaging picture ever painted.It like what William Blake said"once the
doors of perception are cleansed man will see things as they truly
are,infinate".This one pictured proved that it is possible to see the world
in a grain of salt and that reality is merely what we think.
A little while later,a guy who is renting a room
at my cousins house came into my cousins room and talked to us for a bit.He
asked me a few questions regarding buisness cards he was having made
up(colours,etc.)and I couldn't form an opinion let alone make myself form the
words with my mouth.It was as if I was so shy as not to be able to talk even
amoung people I hang out with everyday.
Eventually my cousin rounded up some money and we left to go to the
local video place.on the way upstairs my legs began to have incredibly painful
muscle spasms as if i'd severly pulled every muscle in my leg
simultaneously.Eventually it calmed down so I could walk(I actually had fallen
over)and we went to get our coats.The upstairs looked as though there was afire
it looked so foggy/smoky I could barely see upstairs while no one else saw
anything.Putting on my shoes and getting my jacket was extrermly hard because I
kept on forgetting how to do it(the whole process)but I eventually did it and we
left.
During the course of our
journy Ithought the pavement looked like it was coming out at me an that I could
see how round the earth was.We crossed the road well ahead of an oncoming truck
and while it was far away I thought it would
hit us so I ran like a stupid looking fool.
Anyway the trip had its good points and its bad points but Iif faced with
the chance of mushroons again I'll probably do it again.
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