Car Ride

Here is my journal pages from the first time I ever triped. It's a bit tough to follow but here goes. It's not too long I hope you enjoy my first trip. It was really intense but the writing I did that night was not just random thoughts.

8/19/94

9:45 - I just ate 3 pieces of mushrooms 2 stems and a cap. It's 9:45pm on Friday. I'll write a bit...45 minutes I'm a bit strange because I like the tast of shrooms.

10:00 - I'm just nervous in anticipation the above cost 15$. I don't know the guy who sold them to me but my friend said they are good. I just bought two more small pieces for 3$ 2 small stems. I don't have much in my stomic I just ate an orange. I'm real nervous. "Gone! Like Candy." Craig Murphy said. Bill and Matt just left. I only didn't get one class at Umass. I want to listen to music.

10:05 - (more boaring stuff like the above)

10:15 - I'm feeling a bit strange. Nothing too strange...yet.

10:20 - Nothing much yet. Bill and I are going to smoke to increase the trip. What I've eaten today

2 pizza slices.
2 two chicken tenders
some water
soda
crackers

10:25 - I'm feeling rather normal...I think.

10:30 - I feel like laughing so bad.

10:45 - I'm in the dark its tough to write. I just smoked. I wonder what is going to happen? The crickets are really loud and distinct.

11:00 - I'm in Matts car (he is straight) lights out. We are going north on 93. Huge speakers loud music. Black Sabboth Ministry. I'm tripping good.

How do I write it.. It connects everything. The drug connects the music to everythig. Everything is dancing. Everyting is a neat green. I can come in and out of the "trip" to semi reality and then back in to no reality. I'm going back in. In and out of two worlds.

11:15 - I'm in the dark driving...wow.

(at this point I stoped keeping track of time)

I don't want to write because I like to be zoned.
I'm gone.
is that..
wow..
Is that a face
I cant read what I'm writing
do you understand me.
Lumberjack (what a funny word while triping try it)
Lumberjack she said and I laughed
whole lotta love
whole lotta love
love you hey
Baby M led Zeppelin
boy wow
I love Zeppelin

my left hand wow
everything is melting
just like Billy said
I can put my hand in my brain
I am massaging my brain
I have become def

All important is the now what I write in the past has no signifigance only what is coming off my pen right now.

(now my friend Craig wrote a bit)

Some people cry, funny trip
ride it
THE SONG
this is fun
Do you think stan is the cookie monster
I dont know

(back to me and then I stopped writing)

I don't want to waist paper
Ramble on
This is like a dream

(That is all I wrote....the night was long and fantastic. I could probably tell you more now about what happened but that is what I wrote. The whole trip was in a car ride for hours. We drove miles and it seemed like minutes. Tell me what you think)