Out of Gas

Learning from a very limited past experience with acid, Ive vowed to myself never to trip at night,until I have the balls to undo myself of this phobia it remains till this day that all psychedelics,for me acid,shrooms,and sanpedro,are for a daytime endeavor.

Well here is a memorable mushroom trip one i will not too soon forget.9:30 am I plucked 6 and a half 3to4 inch cubensis homegrown pfanaticus and set them aside while I took shower.9:45 out of the shower and down these shrooms,chewed,chased with orange juice.10:10 starting to get that familiar feel,tension in the stomach kind of a light headed feel in my mind.10:30aha!!!!go outside to have a smoke,tobacco,rather a bright and cloudless day with the electric prunes'mass in f minor playing as background music complementing the breathing and newly patternized concrete floor of the backyard.10:40 grabbed a couple of cd's and decided to take a drive through so.californias hills more appropriately anaheim.Now I do not recommend driving while under the influence of any substance with the exception of grass but being thick skull that iam I did it any way.Driving along residential areas that familiar feel increasing with the nausea subsided I notice really bright colors of gardens and trees more like flickering there very being into a lush landscape of flora which I could only glimpse with the passing of my jeep.11:00am.I really got into my cd country joe and the fish electric bodyetc...and by the time I got to section 43 off the album this is the part of the trip which became quite hazy,a part i do not recall much of.what I do remember was that somehow I got on the 91 freeway east going toward riverside with huge grin on my face that read HE IS GONE!!!!!!on it.I guess around 11:10-11:15 I changed my cd to 13th floor elevators easter everywhere and thats it.Faint memories like melting mountainsides kind of animated yet very real and a sort of pinkish spectrum visuals are all I can recall of the peak. then in an instant I awake quite aware still some major wall breathing in an unfamiliar rather alienlike town or city.now by this time I'mguessing the clock was around 12:30-1:30pm. and I was literally lost in some border between a chicano and a chinatown somewhere in northern san diego,which i didnt now at the time,and unoticed also at the time my gas gauge was bone dry empty.I looked around and school children were all over the place.the music i was listening to had also changed unknowingly.Now in any other state I would have panicked but for some reason every thing seemed perfectly fine and dandy till while on the 15 freeway north heading back home my jeep starts shaking and jerking.I look down at my gas gauge and FUCK i am out of gas.My state of mind at this time was more or less fading back into the grim reality of the not really tripping any more But visuals would come back and then fade just as if I had been asleep and had just woken up.Still in north san diego I decide this car cant take anymore i exit with my car stalling and just barely park beside a shell gas station.You would think by now everything is gonna work out by now,WRONG,the gas station is under construction!!!!Well all the rest of this trip report is all about walking a couple miles for gas and trying to enjoy what was left of my trip while burping my merry little way into the oblivion of a hot dusty road.Kinda like CANDYLAND.WARNING DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT DRIVE ON HIGH DOSES OR ANY DOSE OF MUSHROOMS.