So I was at college and bought some shrooms from my friend laura.
i got an 1/8, made of one huge cap and two stems. i kept it in
the fridge for a week, and then my friend rosanna and i decided to
trip. she had a half 1/8 of almost all aborts. i ate them
on an empty stomach, and i'm 6'1 and 155 lbs. i swallowed some
soda after them, and sat down at the paints. i got out the orange
and red paint, and started painting with the orange. a few minutes
later i picked up the red paint, and felt the shrooms hit me as i
looked at the paint. "here we go, rosanna" i said, and started
painting. after a few minutes, though i began to get too shaky to
paint and i went downstairs to get my blue blanket. i came back
up and sat with the blanket wrapped around me and just kind of bobbed
up and down on the floor in the blanket. we began to listen to a
loreena mckennit/radiohead mix. i bounced around for about 10
more minutes and watched rosanna paint, and watched the room become
light, and then dark, and then light again. i also be came
convinced that her closet door kept opening and spilling light out
beside me. every time i looked closely, however, i realized it
wasn't true. eventually, i began to realize that maybe the white
trashbag there was becoming the light, and i moved it. the light
stopped. i stood up and looked at the room from the new angle and
began to really enjoy the trip. i started laughing, making a joke
about a ghost taking out some girl's trash. rosanna and i both
laughed our asses off as she told me, "oh, tyler, you DO have a mean
streak!" we laughed for another long bit, and then i sat down.
rosanna and i both became lightheaded so we decided to lay on
our backs and look at the ceiling. the ceilings here at school
look kind of like someone threw a bunch of white spaghetti on them, and
then a few white woodchips. I began to see in the ceiling a
fire-red man, standing in the middle of the forest. as long as i
didn't move too much, i discovered, the forest would surround me and i
could follow the fiery man around. the music changed to another
song, and then the fiery man and forest faded and the lines and curves
in the ceiling began to each take on an individual color and blink and
jump around. i sat back up and began to look at the canvas we'd
be painting on. the more i looked at it and the less i
thought about what to paint, the more appeared on the blank
space. i gasped and grabbed paints and a brush and immediately
began to paint what was appearing on the page. the images on the
canvas faded, however, as i began to paint over them, and also as my
friend jack walked in the door. we handed him a small amount of
shrooms and i moved around to a new spot and looked at the canvas
again. the fiery man had reappeared, and i knew what he looked
like now. i sat to work painting him and the tree behind him for
the next half hour. i kept wanting to add more detail, but the
further into the painting i got, the harder it became to paint. I
had to lose the paintbrust because i couldn't remember how to make it
work anymore, and i couldn't hold it without dropping it. i
decided to use my fingers and squirted some on my fingers. i was
in love with the red paint and couldn't keep from squishing it in my
fingers, so i had to use quite a bit before i had any sucess.
then came the black paint. for some reason, the black paint was
different, and i was sure i could hear it. every time i squirted
more out, i was straining to hear the paint, getting down close in case
black was a particularly quite color. eventually, i got a moment
of sanity, picked up the paintbrush and finished the little bit i could
remember of the fiery man, and closed the paint. by this time,
roughly 2 1/2 hours of tripping had gone by, according to jack. i
remembered jack kept asking me how much i had eaten, and i never could
tell him. i showed him a huge circle, roughly smaller than a
coffee can and told him a cap that size and two stems as thick as
fingers. it was a gross overstatement, but i couldn't remember
very well. the more i tried to remember how much i'd eaten, or
when i'd eaten them, the more it was completely impossible. i
couldn't remember when this excellent feeling started. my friend
ken showed up about this time blazed as could be, and i began to paint
another fall-type, tropical tree i thought i saw on rosanna's
wall. ken asked to borrow a cig, and i went with him to smoke on
the roof. Surrounded by brick walls we lit some cloves and talked
about our families. i put my foot up on the brick wall, but then
got the distinct impression that the wall was sinking away from me and
taking my foot with it. i put my foot back down. we
finished our ciggs and went back inside.
i came back inside to see rosanna, and found her in her bed with the
lights off. she turned to me, "i can't sleep! i thought i
could, but i can't go to sleep like this! why am i in bed?!" we decided
to go to my room and watch the triplets of belleville, an excellent
french cartoon film, with no dialouge at all. we laughed, my eyes
watered until i was crying out both eyes. we cried and screamed
when weird faced appeared on the screen. i gasped when i thought
i saw something slide out of my bedsheets. nothing was there, of
course, and we finished the movie.
three hours later, i finally fell asleep depressed. the trip was
fun, but i didn't drink any water, and hadn't eaten supper, so the
comedown was a fucking mess, and i had a splitting headache the next
day.
