Ive fried quite a few times. I usually eat about 4 grams. we always run it to azurescens that grow by the ocean. Last saturday I ate like 9 grams moist, I fried balls, I had a bad trip
I didnt know ne thing , i was seein stuff everywhere, I was paranoid as hell, str8 trippn, i didnt know where i wanted to be . It was intense . Dogs act krazy when your frying whats up with that? But the doga were trippn on me rubn me , it was freakn me out, there was just someone around and i didnt feel comftorable. and we drove out to the sand dunes and fried nuts, and i went to my buddys camper and there was like 6 people fryin in it, there was alot of vibes or sutmthn. watched the sunset go down, then we cruised around blazn chronic and i snpped out of it. mushrooms are badass you have to respect them. I do. i ate too much that day, if ne one is from washington checkout the okanogen barter faire. ive fried like 3 times this year so i think im gonna chill til next year
Ya can't fuck around with the mushroom, it will be in your memory. But don't let it haunt you, a lot of us obsessed the fry when we first took the ride. And not having any knowledge of how truly mind bending a heroic dose is, it's obvious that the little shroomers are going to learn early.
Took me two weeks to go back there, making sure that it was right. With my buddies, who were young and curious, who knew about my two week ago crazy fucked up experience with an 8 gram dried trip, that was the day after my first trip that was 4 gram. I chose the same room, and they kicked in before my dad went to church. Poor guy had to guide me through the craziness, I was in and out of reality, nothing made sense, nothing was right. My dad prayed for me, and I remember feeling very sorry and bad and that my only wish was that I could have another chance.
I knew I couldn't blame the mushroom, like what my dad obviously tried to make me think I should. I knew that I took way to much, and it was to close from the first one which was deep in itself, I remember thoughts during the comedown that told me I should of been with my friends, I should of been out. (well it was a very bad winter).
The trip after with my friends in all it's weridness, told me that these things are a part of me, they always have been, always will. For some reason I know they won't make me steer away from what I have to do for my meaning in this place.