A few months ago I enrolled in a summer music program for the guitar. Since this was a school for musicians, I knew there would be some good drugs there.
Right after I had gotten settled in, I went to go look for some good bud. I met a kid from California who had brought a half ounce of some Northern Lights #5. We soon became good friends.
This place was great!! I was away from my parents for a month and was smoking awesome kind bud everyday. I had also met a few hook-ups that always had herb.
One night I was chilling at a local dealers house smoking out of his five foot bong. I mentioned that I had never tried shrooms before and wanted to get some. Suddenly, a girl sitting on the couch said that her roommate sold shrooms and that she was tripping right then. I asked if she could get me some and she said, "Let's go right now. My apartment is two doors away."
I agreed and we left.
When we arrived, she introduced me to a guy named Pete. He busted out a big brown paper bag and told me to look inside. When I did, I found that the bag was full of shrooms. He told me that they costed $60 for a quarter ounce and I said I'd buy a half oz. He went into his room and came back a few seconds later with a scale. He weighed them out and handed me the bag. I asked him if he had any extra shrooms because i had to split the bag with someone and didnt want to pinch out of it. He told me to follow him and we went into his room. On his bed were a few caps and stems and a lot of dusty stuff that had come off the shrooms. He told me that if i cleaned up and ate the dusty stuff, then i could have the extra caps and stems. I agreed and then ate all that was there.
After eating the shrooms, I went back over to my other dealers house. They were still smoking herb, and I soon joined them. After about 45 minutes, I started tripping pretty hard. I looked at the carpet on the ground and i started seeing weird shapes. The shapes soon turned into human faces and i started talking to them. I got down on the ground and had a conversation with the rug. After about 25 minutes of this, I told the carpet that I had to go talk to my real friends.
I got back up onto the couch that i had been sitting on so i could talk to my friends. I looked over at my friend Lucy and her face started to melt away. I started touching her face and kept asking her if it hurt when her face melted off. She was like, "what the fuck are you talking about?" Then she said, "Chris, you need to go back to the dorms before you really start tripping." That was when i realized it was 3:30 in the morning and I had to walk back to the dorms all by myself. Now keep in mind that I was in one of the largest cities in the U.S. and didnt know my way around yet. On top of that, it was about a mile walk back to the dorms. They told me not to worry because they would make me a map and i could pretend I was on a treasure hunt. After the map was made, i went on my way.
By this time it was 4:00 in the morning and i had class at 9:00. On the way back, I skipped and hopped and mumbled songs that had no meaning. Im sure I looked like a complete moron but I didnt care because I was having the time of my life. The only thing I was worried about was some criminal in this huge city mugging me.
At around 5:00 i finally made it back to the dorm. When I got to the door, it took me about five minutes to retrieve my keys while the security guard inside just sat there and watched me. I finally got in and went straight up to my room.
Once in my room, I got undressed. When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I realized that my skin was changing all sorts of weird colors and my face was mutating. I got into bed, but couldnt go to sleep for half an hour because everytime i closed my eyes i saw bright flashes of light.
The next day in class, Lucy asked me if I had gotten home O.K. She told me about how i kept asking her if it hurt when her face melted off and about how i talked to the carpet for half an hour. I didnt remember these two parts of my trip too well, but everyone who was there told me it was true and that I was tripping hard.
I love mushrooms and plan on learning how to grow my own. I am sure that I will trip many times in the future.