First Time, Insanity

Last saturday, I called my friend Barry up to see what his plans were for the weekend, and he right away told me that his neo-nazi cousin(hes NOT a nazi himself)came down and gave him a big bag of what he told him were 'magic mushrooms'
I hurried over to his house that day, and since his parents were out for the whole night, we could eat the bag and enjoy ourselves. We each ate at least 8 pieces of these mushrooms and relaxed to some Jefferson Starship.
A good 20 minutes later, I wasnt feeling anything, so I closed my eyes my eyes for a moment, to concentrate and search for a buzz. I opened my eyes to what looked like, and spoke like a minion of the Devil himself, sitting in the chair next to me, looking straight into my face. He blurted out "Whatta these god damn sound!" and literally picked his radio up, and threw it across the room at his backyard door.

I remember shouting something back at him, and it was at that moment that I realized I was indeed tripping out, the sounds I tried to made were mere mumbles and I could feel my face twitching around and my ears rebelling against themselves purely because my words were uncomprehensible.
I looked to my friend and he was lying under the backyard table, spitting all over himself and the ground as if he wanted to rid of his saliva for some odd reason.
I reached for the cigarettes in my pocket at that moment and my hands failed, i fell to the ground and my friend and I simutantuouesly puked at each other, our puke, seemed incredibly bubbly.
And I felt that at that moment, if was to allow it, Death would come.
Soon enough I woke up in a pool of blood with sticks and branches all around me, and Barrys dog asleep next to my feet.
"Fucking God, what the fuck happened? i thought"