It was a cold and dreary november day and i just started to rake in profits from my mushroom dealing venture. So like any normal mushroom muncher i decieded to basque in the glory of mushroom and munch down a couple grams. Fri. Nov. 11, at 8 o clock at night i went to the mall and decieded to munch a couple grams with my friends and in ten minutes we did just so. One of my friends was on E but thats not important, so my friend and i munched down two grams each of the finest B.C. blue and blacks youve ever set your eyes on and i munched them with doritos so the taste was masked (i usually take them plane but today i wanted to try the dorito trick) and after about 20 min. they kicked in and they kicked in hard. I suddenly rushed like i was on e and it was great i had the energy of a non-fat guy. At about 9 we went to another guys house to chill there cause it was fucking cold outside adn so we ventured on. On the way i almost got hit by about three cars because my perceptions of time and distance were way off. We got to my friends about 20 min after we started off and the walk was great (even in the cold). I got there and tripped the fuck out his walls were moving in and out, his dog kept trying to run through the doors and my feet kept falling throught the floor. I came home at about 1 in the morn. and tripped out in my room and on the computer, acidtrip.com. On saturday i woke up still rocked and went to my friends house for the whole day sat there and smoked. at about 7 pm. i munshed another gram and a half and went right back to trippin (visuals and all) and stayed that way until 8 o clock on sunday when i went out and got drunk. and that closes the chapter of the 48 hour trip.