Deciding to buy and eat shrooms during a night of drinking
This was my second time tripping
on mushrooms. A couple of my friends and I had done them two weeks prior to
this, which was an extremely satisfying trip leaving us all with a great
impression on these little powerful fungi.
It was a Saturday night in June- and
my friends B, J, along with B’s cousin A from Chicago (we live in a town just
East of Toronto), were having a few drinks at my house. For the most part we
were all starting to become quite wasted in my opinion. I don’t remember who it
was, but there was someone who had a bright idea and drunkenly proclaimed, “Hey!
Let’s get some Shrooms guys!” It was around 9:00 pm at this point, and most of
us were well into a very drunken state. I’m not quite sure how it all happened
but we somehow managed to get in contact with a dealer, pooled our money
together, and within 30 minutes we had a solid amount of the little shroomies
ready to go with about 3- 3.5 grams per person.
I was so excited and happy (keep
in mind we were all somewhat intoxicated from the alcohol). I remember just
scarfing them all down at once with no hesitation, however B and his cousin
resorted to making shroom and peanut butter sandwiches, which I was thought was
We went back upstairs into my
room where we simply just sat around and blasted some electro beats waiting for
the drug to take its might grip on us. At this point in the summer J and I had
invested in a midi-controller, a dj-ing device that we had connected to his
laptop. Playing around on this thing began to become extremely entertaining. I
was hearing the music differently at this point. The sounds gave me the most euphoric
feelings as I would hear an echo that would float off into my mind and continue
on as the beat would sustain itself. Another echo would shoot off in a
different direction, and a continued layer of sounds began to flood my mind
which sounded amazing. “Here we go..” I remember thinking.
We had been in contact with a
group of girls we were good friends with that night, and learned that they too
had earlier dropped some shrooms. I remember feeling so connected to them at
this point, simply because I knew they were having similar experiences as our
group. Nothing else mattered. I remember thinking of all the people who were
NOT on mushrooms that night in my town and felt so bad for them. A mission was
forming in my mind which would comprise of us somehow meeting up with this
other shroom “group,” which I suddenly felt spiritually connected to. I
proposed the idea to my friends and everyone immediately jumped on the idea.
Adventure time! What we really did not take into consideration that walking to
this girl’s house usually would take roughly an hour- that is being sober and
walking at a steady pace. None of this seemed to phase us at the time, but
looking back at it now I realize that this was a truly idiotic decision.
We loaded available backpacks
with bottles of beer and set out on our quest. There were other members of the
group who were not tripping on mushrooms, but drunkenly decided to come with us
a well which I thought was great and downright hilarious.
So there we were. A group of
drunken, tripping, 19-20 year olds walking with a large amount of alcohol in
this nice little innocent suburban neighbourhood. “It’s like high school!”
people were starting to say. And then at this point it was as if I went back in
time to the days when these types of “adventures” were quite common in high
school when many of us would simply walk around our neighbourhoods aimlessly
acting like drunken buffoons. I loved every minute of it. I felt so alive and
great that I could relive this experience. It was like I was in two different time
periods at once, if that makes any sense? It was J’s first time tripping so I
was particularly excited about what he was already experiencing. I remember
walking through the dark neighbourhood that was illuminated by the array of
stars in the sky. The stars just stood there in the black abyss, giving off the
most beautiful glow I had ever seen. There were still some people outside of
their houses on this night (the weather was beautiful). I began to laugh hysterically
as I thought of how fucked up I was actually beginning to feel. “This
neighbourhood was so innocent and pleasant” I thought. But none of these people
we walked by would ever know how much we were actually tripping. For some
reason I found this amazingly amusing.
I do not exactly recall what went
on for the following 2 km or so of the walk, only admiring cars that would go
by. Cars were extremely impressive. I thought about how much technology has
developed over time, and how man had created these amazing machines. They flew
by with such speed and elegance. I would only catch a glimpse of each vehicle,
surrounded by the intense space ship-like glow its headlights would give off. We
as humans have an idea of “space-ships” I thought. But then it came to
me...cars were spaceships! Somebody 500 years ago would be shitting their pants
if exposed to something as simple as a car. I began to have other subsequent “discoveries”
about technology, evolution, and life- but none I seem to remember now. Most of
the people in this group had done this same walk many times before, and were
extremely familiar with the directions in getting there...but somehow...we were
We were lost! What the fuck, how
could we be lost?? I knew the street we were on...but somehow I just could not
figure out which way to go, I actually remember being on the sidewalk and
thinking.. “Holy shit..dudes..which way were we just walking from?” The drunken
members of our group at this point were simply just sloshing around, and us
shroomers stuck together- confused as hell. I kept wondering how this was all possible.
The more I thought of how to get there the more I could not remember. I didn’t
really care though; it’s moments like these on shrooms that help you realize
you are truly tripping.
My obsession with technology came
back as I pulled out my iphone and loaded up the GPS feature. Bad idea. This
did not help at all- I seemed to become more interested in the colours that
were vibrating rather than concentrating at the task at hand.
Finally we somehow got to the
connecting main road that would eventually take us to the girl’s house. As we
were crossing a familiar bridge, one of the group members through it would be
cool to go off-roading. This would take us into some bush, train tracks, as
well as another field of high grass before reaching the street the girl’s house
was on. I remember thinking how fucked this was. Why the hell are we doing
this? We could have easily just stayed on the street and would have been there
in a much simpler fashion. We must have looked like idiots at this point, 6 or
so guys just falling over and stumbling into the unknown at the side of the
road. We ventured underneath the bridge which went over the train tracks. There
was a bright light from far away along the tracks that we noticed. A train! We
were so excited. This was when things began to get trippy. All the grass around
us was breathing and moving around so wildly. It was as if our anxious mood was
feeding off into our surrounding environment.
what seemed like an eternity we realized that there was no train, which left us
all puzzled about this bright light. I’m still not really sure what we were
seeing. All of a sudden we heard the loud buzzing noise of a police helicopter
above us with it spotlight shining itself throughout the town. People began to
become anxious, but I became so curious. If the cops made the effort to
actually come all the way down underneath the bridge to “investigate” I would
find this extremely hilarious. I’m usually very paranoid about drugs and the
police, especially with marijuana- however I remember almost wanting them to
somehow come down here- just to see if they would actually do it.
We decided to go on with our
adventure towards the street and safe suburbia when it hit me....I’m still
drunk. It is hard to put it into words, but while on mushrooms, as well as
still being quite intoxicated, I felt
my body being drunk. I was becoming to in-tuned with my physical aspects of my
body. I felt that I knew every square inch, what every organ was doing. I
remember thinking that I was an idiot. Why do this to my body? It’s hard to
describe, but I could feel the physical affects it had on my body, of how my
speech was slurring, and how it was affecting my motor skills. To me, it was
like my body was nothing- just a vessel here on earth. The shrooms had released
my inner spiritual self which could sense and see all.
We finally arrived at this girl’s
house which brought on great excitement. We walked inside, which felt like we
entered an entirely different domain. I remember the warmth of the atmosphere
and vibes I received upon entering this home. They were so intense, yet so
peaceful at the same time.
This girl’s house is big, with
tons of rooms- equalling a place where anybody on shrooms would love to be. We
made our way into the living room, where the girls were sitting, coming off of
their shroom, but still in a euphoric state. I sat down on a leather couch
which seemed so comfy, as if it was perfectly customized just for me. I was in
We sat facing the girls and began
to talk about our experiences from the night. All of their hair glowed so vibrantly.
Blonde or brown- it was as if they had put some sort of ultra-shampoo to make
it look like something I can’t even describe.
My friend J was sitting on a
chair away from the centralized group. It was as if he was on a tropical
island, just chilling- having an awesome time. I went over to him to see how
his trip was going. I don’t even think we were making sense, nor talking proper
English- yet we understood each other. We have all been best friends for over
15 years and I remember feeling so connected with these guys that it didn’t
really matter what they were saying. I seemed to understand them somehow.
I then took interest in the house
and began exploring.
Each room had its own vibe and
personality to it. Some were friendly, some were intellectual, some were
jokers, and one I remember (a very dark room..I think it was like a tool or
storage room or something) was extremely eerie and sombre. I gave the room “respect”
and chose not to enter it.
Me and J stood in a washroom
downstairs staring into the mirror. I laughed at myself. My pupils were huge, I
knew it was me...but somehow I looked COMPLETELY different. I cannot put this
into words but it tripped me out hard. After a bit more exploring the entire
group eventually ended up in a bedroom upstairs all sprawled out along this
amazing furry-type carpet. I remember being unsatisfied with my position on the
floor and how uncomfortable I was feeling in my current position. I then
shocked the hell out of myself after simply just thinking (or tricking) myself
into believing that I was comfortable, even though I wasn’t. All I did was
imagine myself being comfortable- and it worked! This was crazy! How did I do
that? I felt like I had special powers of some sort.
I got up to go to the washroom at
some point. Washrooms on shrooms sort of sketch me out. I came in and was
immediately affected by the vibe of the room. The wall paper pattern was
crawling everywhere. The washroom was alive and had realized a human had
entered its peaceful domain. “Don’t worry washroom,” I remember saying, “I just
have to take a quick piss and I’ll be right out, no harm done.” I had this overwhelming
respect for the washroom, as if it was an important authority figure. I
remember taking out my penis to urinate and just being astounded! The urine
just flowing out of myself was extremely trippy! I just stood there laughing. I
had probably done this same actions thousands of times since I was born, yet
had never been so intrigued and amused at what was going on. I remember saying “Yo!
You guys gotta see this shit!” Thinking back...I’m glad nobody came in.
I finished my duties, and came
out all proud to realize everyone was looking at me and laughing. Apparently
they were laughing at me because they heard my voice and thought I was talking
to myself. I began to laugh as well since it occurred to me that I had just had
a serious conversation with a room. Wow. What a night this had been. At this point my high began to subside, and I
was left with that familiar euphoric glow as I came back to reality.