After a stressful day at work, I head to my apartment where my roomies and a few friends were smoking herb. I really didn't feel like it at the time, so I passed when offered and made my way into the kitchen to see if there was any food. While I was searching, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I came face-to-face with my roomie [Bob] and a shot-glass of orange soda with some baby mushrooms floating in it. Apparently he had gotten word that I had always wanted to try shrooming at least once in my life.
I pound it down and slowly chew on the FUNgus, finding the taste not so bad compared to what everybody kept telling me.
Forty minutes later I am on the patio smoking a cig. I started to feel a little loose and relaxed, and overall happy. [Bob] comes outside to check on me, and after I finish my smoke I follow him back inside. Once at the dining room table, [Bob] and my friend [Steven] pack a bowl and let me take a couple hits.
After the second hit, my throat hurt pretty bad and I began to feel nauseas (I normally feel a little sick after the initial hit). Quickly I make it to the kitchen and lean over the sink. Despite how much I felt myself wanting to upchuck, I couldn't. I thought I was going to freak out when suddenly, the frying pan with a fork and knife sitting in it began to smile at me. It was a rediculous notion, but it was very comforting.
After a few minutes I decided to lay down on the kitchen floor to try and ride out my trip a little until the nausea passed. I ended up staring at the white oven, the view from the floor making the ordinary contraption sieze my interest and refuse to let go.
[Bob] came in to check on me, making himself a bowl of cocopuffs.
[Bob]: hey buddy, you okay there? [Me]: ... yeah [Bob]: haha... here, play with this
And a single cocopuff fell into my view. For what felt like a few minutes I just smiled and laughed as I kept tossing that one cocopuff against the oven, feeling like it was a grand game I could loose myself into. Apparently I did that for about an hour.
After that hour, somebody, don't know who, picked me up off the floor and guided me to the couch. A bright red couch. The second I sat down, I had a game controller tossed into my hands, and immediately I was playing Mortal Kombat with my friends and roomies. For some reason, I was unbeatable. I suck at fighting games.
Eventually people tired of that game and went off to do their own thing, and it became boring to play by myself so I simply stretched out on the couch and closed my eyes.
That is when it hit me big time. Three hours into the trip.
With my eyes closed, I suddenly felt like I was sinking into a vast sea of red. Swirling, jubilent and colorful emotions played before my closed eyes, and I could feel them coursing through every inch of my body. It was as if my body was a bottle of silver liquid joy floating on an endless red sea. Time had no meaning, there was only the warm embrace of forever tranquility. I was brought out of my reverie when someone gave me a gentle shake. It was my good friend [Joe]. He laughed as he saw how I was on a good trip, and handed me a slice of pizza to munch on.
In my one hand I find a slice of pepperoni pizza. All of its textures and shadows and lights were in the sharpest focus I ever thought possible. It looked so good that I had to take at least one bite, even if I wasn't that hungry.
After I took that bite and pulled the pizza slice away, it looked at me through sad, pepperoni eyes and said to me "Please... eat me..."
I felt such a pity for the pizza, that I felt obligated to continue eating it. I looked at the sad slice of pizza and told him "I have to eat you now," and took another bite.
After sitting there, chewing slowly for who knows how long, I felt something different... Inside my body, where the swirling liquid joy was contained, I started to feel it become contaminated with a black sludge of unease. Opening my eyes didn't help, as I could still feel it growing stronger within my body. That is when I started to notice that my roomie [Bob] and his girlfriend were getting into another fight. This time, though, I could simply feel the negative energy they were giving off, and I could feel it collecting in my bottle.
I knew I was starting to head into a bad trip, and with all my will I try to strengthen the joy within me. For what felt like ages a war raged within my very own body, joy versus sadness, good versus evil, right against wrong. And just when I felt the good start to give way to the evil, a hero came to save me.
My friend [Joe] saw what was happening, and so he simply sat next to me and said something alonjg these lines...
[Joe]: Hey buddy, you okay? You look like you need a pick-me-up... Just ignore those two, and just imagine... You are in a green forest off in a faery world, where there are sugar-plums dancing in youre head...
Immediately I imagined those sugar-plums in my head, dancing about, and the darkness was overpowered and banished from my body...
Last thing I remember was eating the last of that slice of pizza, which I was told took me two hours to eat. I passed out for a while, and woke up later feeling a little shakey but quite happy.
That was, until, my neighbor came in. He was mean to me. He would stand right above my head and scream scarily at me. I was scared out of my mind at this, but I couldn't stop laughing. The more he tried to scare me, the more I laughed until tears were streaming down my face. Eventually the others had enough and told him to leave me alone, helped me up from the couch and led me to my room, where I forced myself to fall asleep for the rest of the night.
The next morning I woke up feeling like a million bucks. People related this tale to me on several occasions. However... Apparently I attacked my neighbor with a piece of turkey. I don't remember this, and I still don't know whether or not it was true... seeing as we never had turkey in the apartment in the first place.