mistake

I recently came across some p. cubensis shrooms, and having no obligations for a full day decided to test them for potency. I was at home and ate one small cap and stem. Approx. an hour later I was feeling nice, slightly tipsy, enjoying some music and feeling trippy but totally in control. Hmm, nice I thought, guess I'll eat one more, which I did. Big mistake. By that time I had lost my normal level of judgment, or I would have remembered that you don't just pop shrooms for the fun of it. I live in a big city, in a pretty sketchy neighborhood. That particular day it was unusually hot and we don't have AC. So right about the time I start seeing visuals (shifting color patterns, waving of objects) I start getting uncomfortably hot, pouring sweat, and just generally feeling really bad. My gf was home at the time, and she rather bemusedly advised I take a shower. She knew I had tried the shrooms, but I don't think she understood how freaked out I was getting. Just looking at her was awful with the skin on her face weaving in and out and rippling back and forth.

Anyway, I get in the shower, and of course can't figure out how to use the damn thing. I would turn the knob, and there would be gurgling noises and a spurt of water would come out and then it would turn off. I would turn it back the other way and hot water would shoot out all over me. I finally gave up and assumed the water pressure was low, although I was probably just spazzing out with the knob.

I decided to go for a walk to burn off some of my increasing energy level. I assured her I would be careful, and left the house. Outside it was blazing sun, approx. 2pm, and 95 degrees. Everyone in my neighborhood was either drunk or mad on some drug (not unusual), or looked demented, deranged, or just plain dangerous. I managed to get around the block, the panic rising in me, and was back home in about 5 minutes.

For the next hour I sat in the kitchen with a cold beer, smoking and watching the clock, just praying for it to all be over. My emotions were all over the place. One moment I would be ecstatically happy, then suddenly bam, terribly depressed or full of terror.

This went on until about 4pm, when I finally started coming down.

I've had fun trips on shrooms before, and I think I've learned my lesson about being careless with this stuff. Next time I'm going to be much more careful about set and setting.

Another thing I didn't mention is I was very exhausted that day, due to working late the night before. I think that had a lot to do with the trip being semi-bad.