weekend shroomie binge

Well, lemme just say I love mushrooms. Anybody who is thinking about doing them and is scared because of all the bad trip reports they read, don't be. It's been repeated hundreds of time, but your set and setting WILL determine your trip. If you're an in uncomfortable atmosphere, well you can expect to magnify that by a hundred once the mushrooms kick in. For anybody that hasn't done them before I suggest that you do them during the day, with ONLY people that are tripping, and the BEST place to be is the woods. You will indeed be one with nature, I guaranfuckingtee it. I'm 20 years old and have done shrooms about 20 times, once a year since I was a baby, yup, no just kidding, but yeah I've done em a bunch of times. I go to College up in Maine and that is like hippie country as you can imagine, and the weed is really good.

During first semester in November, there was talk around campus among stoners and such about some bomb shroomies that should be rolling through anytime now. Well, they did and they looked incredible, unbelievably blue under the caps, etc. My really good friend had never done them before, and I convinced him he would have an amazing time. Needless to say, after the first night he insisted we get another large bag the NEXT day and we ended up tripping sack AGAIN. I forgot to mention, the first night I had another friend that had never done them either, and he was willing to trip with me as I had quite some experience in the past with them. So there we were the three of us with a quarter of these bomb-diggity mushrooms staring us in the face. I split it up according to how much I thought the other two would be able to hand, and in the end it turned out to be a good call on my part. I ate about 3 grams, my real good friend J ate probably about 2.3, and my other friend K ate about half of an eighth. Me and J's really good female friend N was going to a fraternity party that evening (it was about 8 oclock on a friday night), and we asked her if it would be cool if we could eat them and chill out in her dormroom for the night, since nobody was going to be there. She was down with it. Anywho, we didn't hesitate and we got down to business and scoffed em right up.

30 Minutes later we all started to feel it a little bit. Then our friend N came back with this other girl (we were not expecting this) cuz they forgot their booze in her fridge or something, I can't really remember. This would be the only bad part of the night, because the friend she brought with her is this fucking loudass annoying bitch who proceeded to fuck with us. Not cool bitch, not fucking cool. After she stuffed her hand in her faces and made us feel like we were trapped in a metal box with no fucking airholes, I somehow managed to mutter that I was gonna fucking kill her if she didn't leave. (Not really but you should've seen my friend who had never tripped befores face when she was fucking with us.) So N our good friend coaxed her outta the room, so it was just the 3 of us once again. After that shitstorm me and K felt suuuuper nauseous, but then we started tripping bigtime, so it was all good. She has this really cool rug, that started to move all around kind of like when Johnny Depp checks into the hotel in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (its a movie for those of you who don't know what i'm talking about).

So we walked out of her room and into the lobby, and holy shit the rugs were just out of this world, and it took us about 10 minutes to walk a hundred feet to my friend K's room, which is on the same floor as our female friend N's room. My friend K's roommate is a pretty chill (never tripped before but knows how to handle the situation and be a "sitter"). It was real cold outside so I asked him for a sweater and asked him if he wanted to venture off into the woods behind his dorm with us. So the four of us headed down the stairs and off into the woods. My friend J is lighting up a cigarette, and starts laughing hysterically and was like "wooahhhhhh dude my cigarette is 3 feet long!" We laughed about that and stared over to the woods, which was basically in our face even though it was a hundred yards away. It looked extremely inviting despite it being pitch-black. So we headed in, and it's very thick woods but has some somewhat open spaces once you make your way into the thick of it. So we headed in and me and my friend J thought the entire place looked like a swamp, and we were taking very careful steps and laughing because we thought everything was "puddles". My other friend K kept yelling about snakes or something (obviously the roots of the trees). So we very carefully made our way through the woods and then decided we wanted to head to his kickass park in Bangor and asked my friend K's roomate (we'll uhhhh call him A), if he'd drive us, and he did. We listened to some Pink Floyd on the way and everything was going great. We came over this hill and there's a hospital on the left side of that road, and we all simultaneously went WOAHHHHHHH!!! and started laughing hysterically. There was this blue light emitting from the hospital that was just outta this world. (We drove by a few nights later and its literally a BARELY noticeable blue light hahaha.) Our driver/sitter was kinda like wtf, he didn't really understand but he went with it. So we got to the park and my friend K kept saying "how is this possible?!!?!? Everythings perfect!!!". Obviously he and I and J were having a good time. So we walked around the park and marveled out how perfect everything really was, and we philosophised for awhile about life in general, and how we could spend the rest of our lives like this, etc. Then we came to the babbling brook, which kicks ass when ur tripping. My most memorable part of this trip was this big rock that I must've stared out for about a half hour. It was pitch black, but there were these crazy hot pink and hot green patterns all over the rock, and I felt like that rock was the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my entire life. We left the park and drove back, and things wound down and we all went to bed with big shit-eating grins on our face.

The next morning we got together and talked about everything, and my friend K was kind of just wowed about the whole situation despite only eating about a half an eighth, but he's kind of a wussy boy, so his opinion doesn't matter too much to me. My good friend J and I decided that we wanted another bout with these crazy mushrooms while they were still in town. Our good friend G, who lives off campus and right next to a river wanted in on the mushrooms and it was a great environment for the three of us. We had his apartment to ourselves, and lots of good ganj. We all ate about 2.5 grams (doesn't seem like much, but these of the 20 times i've tripped were the most potent mushrooms.