so my first mushie trip was absolutely amazing.
it was cyan season and my friend had picked some ounces. he dried em, baged them up and had a gram dried left over i asked him if i could have it and he gave it to me, i was so excited because i knew that night i would fry for my first time
here we go
i went to eagans with a few friends to grab a bite and check on a patch. we got back to my friends house and i ate and had some fries leftover so i figured, its time. i was the only one planning to trip and i ate the gram with the fries and they went down like nothing,at about 8 o clock. i watched tv while taking bong hits fro a while and i looked at the clock and it was 9:15 and i thought, fuck these are duds, so i was frustrated and decided to go home. i got home and got in my bed and turned the tv on and BAMMM! the shrooms hit, i knew it because the tv words were started to squiigle and stuff. i thought i gotta get back to my homies house and when i got back to his house around 9:30 i was def feeling it. i went up stairs and smoked a blunt with some peeps just enjoying the heel out of what i was feeling and decided to go to my frineds sister's room since her room is like a "trip" room. i started taking more bong hits and i remember i looked at a pic of a pumpkin ahead and it looked hilarious to me for some reason and thats when the uncontrolable laughter started. i was rolling forever and eventually calmed down. i sat on a couch and was just strait up FRYING BALLS. i could like feel other peoples energy and just started realizing all these subtleties i never noticed, like the fake in people, oit was wierd. i sat there for a good hours as the bong kept getting passed and passed to me over and over. i remember taking a hit and i could smoke the whole bowl if i wanted, the smoke was like air and i couldnt even feel it. then i went downstairs to get some water and kept hearing all kinds of thumps and weird noises as every nose was amplified, i even heard voices talking to me and shit. then i went outside and it blew my mind, i looked at every piece of grass, leave, dirt clump and was absolutely fascinated with it. then i went inside, by now its about two and the shrooms were starting to wear off, not quite yet tho. i sat dowon and looked at the time and the time was morphed, i was like wtf!? i asked my other friend like at least 15 times wat time it was and he said the same thing over and over again, 2?. then i went upstairs and tried to go to sleep and started thinging about the craziest shit forever and eventually feel asleep
it was great, and i did not know i would fry that hard off a gram of cyans but i really did, those shits are potent then fuck, but yea love shrooms now, im so glad i discovered them for i will do them till i die...THEY ARE THE SHIT!!! thats my story hpe u enjoyed it