Last week I posted a little thread before I went to school stating that I was going to shroom, and briefly talked about how it was a good experience. I guess now I'm posting a detailed trip report for anyone who cares.
My friend was no longer in contact with his drug dealer, and we specifically wanted these shrooms for my 2nd period class, where we had an uneducated, Southern red-headed sociology teacher fighting an unmanageable class for 45 minutes. We HAD to experience her class in "another mindset" before we died, and the end of the semester (which marked the end of her class) was approaching steadily. By sheer luck, I called my friend Genaro looking for some pot and he answered the phone, telling me he had a new shroom guy. This was Tuesday night. I went out, picked up 4 grams and quickly called my best friend Luke, shaking over the phone with excitement.
"We're eating them tomorrow" I told him. We are constantly coming up with crazy plans but shitty luck or drug-dealer-drama always comes in the way. And I didn't want our shitty luck to strike before Friday, when it'd be easiest to blow off an entire day and not have to face our humiliation one day later. But I didn't want our shitty luck streak to strike again. If I held these til Friday, god himself would send a meteor down just to make sure my plans fell through.
Wednesday morning, I wake up at 2 am like a child waking up on Christmas morning. I can't sleep. I make coffee at 6 but can't drink it because I'm so excited. I've sorted the shrooms into two seperate bags. 8 am, I leave for school. I wait for Luke til 8:43, but he didn't show up. This is bad. Thursday can't wait. I bring both baggies to my English class and at 9:00 I ask to use the bathroom.
I take the shrooms to Luke's chemistry class and ask if I can talk to him in the hall. "Only if you keep him!" his chemistry teacher jokes. All three of us laugh- Luke and I for a completely different reason. I hand him the shrooms. "I'll see you in Barber's" I say, and we both start giggling like little school girls as we part.
I sit down in English class and take out the little sack while my class is reading Othello. I put the first cap and stem in my mouth and start chewing. As soon as I swallow them, like a brick, reality hits me. This is the stupidest idea I've ever done. I had already prepped for this, but then again, I couldn't have prepped for this at all mentally, and I knew that too. I look down, I am shaking with anxiety. And I start putting the rest of the two grams in my mouth.
I get in a conversation with a girl about shrooms after I start eating gummy worms to bring up my blood sugar (to keep it from dropping during the trip) and I bring up that I just ate two grams of shrooms. Everyone in my row is shocked, and I'm pretty shocked to. I start getting a floodgate of questions, and then the bell rings. 30 minutes have passed since I've eaten them, about.
I'm at that point where I am now seeking to see if anything is trippy yet or not. Nothing has really hit me yet, until I run into my friend Lanky (who was actually our escape vehicle in case things went wrong) outside of Mrs Barber's class, the class I share with Luke. He was also my driver when we went to go pick up the shrooms.
As soon as I see him, he starts laughing, which makes me start laughing. And as soon as I start laughing, my voice, like a physically object, seeps out of my mouth, scaring me so badly that I gasp and suck it back in. I go into the class. No visuals yet, but I can definitely feel the difference.
Luke is sitting across from me, and he has a worried look on his face. They were starting for him to.
"Today, we're g'un spraypaint the time capsule" Mrs. Barber announces, after the bell rings. The time capsule is this cooler for 2018 when the class of 2008 has their 10 year reunion. This was sheer luck that today we spray paint that piece of shit, because I would later find out that I could not last 45 minutes in that class.
We go outside, and the colors are beginning to go wild. Someone takes a blue can and starts making blue dots on the time capsule. They turn into stars with 900 thin, thin points, and then breathe out into circles again. I am confounded with the beauty of this, and Mrs. Barber retreats back inside while I am writing on the time capsule with spraypaint and letting my eyes absorb the scene of the outdoors. I am watching a ball fall from the sky where kids are playing soccer, and slowly I am goinnngggg insssaaaaaanneeeeee.
Thoughts become spiraly and physical objects, the weather outside takes on an eerie-twilight zoney day trip setting, everything begins to look like a doctor Seuss book. But I'm not fully in yet.
Mrs. Barber comes outside, and I quickly look away because I am immediately getting some evil, disgusting vibes from just keeping her in my peripheral vision. I shield my eyes, not because my pupils are pennies, but because for once in my life that bitch is tormenting me, not the other way around.
"My god..." Luke states. "She looks like some kind of fucking Ice Queen." Very Seuss like visuals on these shrooms, and Luke said the same thing later. I usually have trips themed to Alice in Wonderland, or general childhood fantasies but we were definitely in a setting appropriate for Grinches and Starbellied Sneeches.
The bell is about to ring, my friend Genaro's little brother Dante is extremely social and touchy and he greets Luke and I by jumping up and grabbing our shoulders, but we are too spaced out for this right now.
We all go inside. The school, this time, after 4 years of going there, is now twice as big as I remember it. And still, we are not fully into it. I did not know we could sink any deeper. We make it back to the classroom. I am still shielding my eyes and I notice Luke is too, both our heads turned away from Mrs. Barber. "Well," she states. "This is wierd. Usually you guys are so loud... today, the entire class is quiet." I realize that all the clowning that every student in the class is responsible for, is due to us. When we can't fuck with Mrs. Barber's head in class, making snide jokes and comments, NO ONE opens their mouth. But right now my main concern is not screaming to reality for help.
It was my first trip since I had a bad one on shrooms. And I had taken acid before, so I had to fear my bad trip and school all at once. "You can't go back" is my only comfort at this point. I have to deal, all I can do is hang on until-
the bell rings. Ten minutes sitting in that fucking classroom felt like some kind of sick, murderous hour. I pile out of the classroom, beckoning Luke. We're getting the fuck out of here, no question about it. Every time I breathe, the world breathes with me. Reality is slowing down and seemingly coming to an end, then breathing out again and sending people into full motion.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Hey guys!" It's a kid named Shea from my English class. "Did you guys ever find those shrooms you were looking for?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "We're on them right now." He stops in the hallway, drops his jaw and just kind of looks. "We're getting the fuck out, see you later." We start running down the stairs, and my vision is zooming in on random faces, distorting them or drawing attention to their ugliest features.
We burst outside the double doors and now the outdoors doesn't look LIKE a Dr. Seuss book, it IS a Dr. Seuss book. The grass is not only colorful, but more fuzzy and hair-like. The weather seems pink, and everything around me has this pleasant odor that I have never smelled before in my life. "We need to go to the park" Luke says. "No, Starbucks, I have to sit down, I am really tired." We ended up deciding on my house. My parents were out of town, and I'm 18, along with Luke, so truancy officers can't really do anything as long as we aren't on campus, on 2 grams of shrooms each.
We hop the fence and quickly get to the railroad that links the school to my neighborhood. We meet a guy walking his dog and the dog approaches us and we pet it a bit and keep walking. I've never had visuals this intense on shrooms and I just experienced them in the worst place ever.
Anyways, my sisters get home from work after my friend and I make it back to my neighborhood (alot of interesting stories in between but I'm trying to keep it short- if you guys really care I'll post em but you guys generally experience alot cooler shit anyways). I told them I was sick, which didn't really fly because I had 3 different movies playing on 3 different TVs, 2 glasses of orange juice in front of me and a glass of coffee, dilated pupils and I'm wearing a pink cowboy hat, a paisley button down and a bright green shirt (clothes I bought specifically for tripping, which I wore to school because I thought it would be really funny to wear while tripping).
They go upstairs, and Lanky shows up. He shows us some trippy shit on youtube and then he goes back to school for lunch. We listen to Bob Dylan and Of Montreal while looking at Optical Illusion books and books on the 60s. I broke my blinds peeking out of them so many times. It's been about an hour or two since Barber's and I'm STILL shaken by that scene in the school.
At one point in my room Luke lurched forward and shouted "Whoa!" When I looked at him he said that he stopped tripping, and then started laughing as he sunk back in (one of those wierd, moment of clarity freakouts).
Austin and Lanky came back to hang out with Luke and I while we were still deep in our shroom trip, and we sat outside and talked while smoking cigarettes. I think it's neat to mention that while tripping, I had the notion that everyone was speaking in one, central poem working towards one, central thought.
Like everyone was thinking the same thing and our speech was to slowly build up to one thought, and we would always speak like "Yellow... beautiful... the car. I see the car." and Luke would answer "The car? You see the car? That is a yellow car." That is a poor example of what it was like, this was generally about stuff we were freaking out about or exclaiming how beautiful it was, but if I ever spoke naturally, it would come out in a poem. I could not speak in regular English.
The shrooms wore off and I felt like I was rolling. It was great. We went out and had cigarettes and coffee and then we all departed home. A week later I was reading one of those chick mags at my friend Brittany's house. Capricorn's (Luke and my astrology sign) for January was that we were going to have an adventure.
Anyways, that's how it happened. I'm going to bed now. We plan on taking a bunch of acid and shrooms and going to Scarborough fair in full wizard garb. That's probably gonna be my next trip report.
Later.
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