The Mole II

Well, I noticed some bogus trip report about some mole, so I'll tell you about a REAL trip I had that revolved around a mole.

Halloween 2005 was great, me and a small group of friends spent the night in a park with each about three grams of psilocybe mushrooms to ourselves. I had bought 5 but refrained from taking the other two, those were for my brother.

We had taken them at around 8:30-9:00 with somebody who none of us really enjoyed being around, but were expecting him to be tripping too because he bought a half-oz, so we didn't quite mind. Turns out he wasn't going to pop his shrooms.

We were all quite dissapointed because he was a buzzkill. I had always tried to avoid looking directly into his face because he had this large, over-grown, swollen, orange, mole with hair growing out of it, smack in the middle of his forhead.

When he decided to speak to me, I could do nothing but speak back and look at him for fear of being rude. As soon as I did that, I collapsed. I felt a rush in my chest and suddenly I was in his mole.

A mole society, with every cell and every particle being fully conscious with a disgustingly vile society, much like ours.

It was a pretty intense trip, and I felt like I was in Paulitos mole for years and years. It made me see how beautiful this world is, compared to the world of the mole-men.