Ok so I was at home the other night and decided to invite some friends over and get drunk.So one of my friends had went picking without us...but after all the rainfall the past few days,it may have been smart. So he had gathered 35-40 caps, to split 4 ways...Figure the rest out.After eating my 8th one, I started to feel a little "odd". Not tripping odd but sick odd... I was just about to puke em up, but then the trip started.I swear it came out of nowhere at just the right time.So I realize after sitting on the couch listening to pink floyd, wathing the walls melt for 4 hours, i decided to head up to the woods that none of us have ever been to before....BAD IDEA.
So after Walking around for 10 minutes, my friend shouts "Holy shit! Look!!". we had no idea what he was talking about,until we turned around.A shroom field.A fucking fienld with shrooms at every step.No joke.So went picking, we did. Shit loads of liberty caps and smiles all around. After filling all of our pockets and hands full, we headed back. We counted about 500... and we only cleared a small portion...So, i decided to pop one. Then so did my friends.We each ate three probably,and we were away to dream land...I totally left reality. Everywhere around me was totally blended, then a little Gnome started stalking me, saying "Why did you steal my mushies?" this happened for about another hour...Then I started coming down...Slowly, but surely... The 24-hour trip.