friend came back from down south (Western australia) and had about 35 fresh shrooms and 75 dried shrooms (gold tops).
we had the fresh ones. boiled up in tea with orange juice (citric acid to help with the stomach discomfort).
it was midday on a saturday and the footy was on.
nothing much was happening and i thought he had picked the wrong ones but no bang it hit.
we were sitting there and his dad knoked at the door and his dad hates drugs of any kind he freaked.
that passed with me laughing for about 15 mins getting weird looks from his old boy.
wave upon wave was sweeping over my mind and i was in full swing.
next a mate came round and didn't want any so we went with him to a laudramat.
the floor was blue with white smuges and looked like the ocean, especially when it stated to move.
the music was poppy shit and we stared to dance fuck it would have been a sight to behold.
next thing i know we'er at a house playing trivial pursuit.
that night after a line of speed to straighten me up another tea was boiled and it all started again.