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Invisiblekabuki.mono
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Recommendation - Never trip if you have to go to work.
    #14523689 - 05/27/11 09:51 PM (12 years, 9 months ago)

This happened a long long time ago. seven years ago to be precise, but reading all these memoirs and with my shrooms growing in my room it reminded me of an occasion that was just, intense to say the least.

My friends and I had been on a night out and had gotten back to my mate's place, there was six of us in total. My best mate at the time - his girlfriend, my other mate - his girlfriend, then another mate and myself.
After a hard and long night out (Which I had by now stopped taking any hard drugs) Everyone else was off their face on just about everything apart from hallucinogenics. We were at my mates house and he was picking a good selection of shrooms that where currently growing in a box under his window. Everyone ate, while I refused because I had to be at work at some point, and it was probably not a very wise idea to munch any. I sat there watching them come up - trip and again come back down, while I just pushed myself into oblivion with abusing the bong.
While they where coming down, my best mate stumbled up to me and pushed five or six shrooms into my hand. (Just for future reference, I am an experienced tripper, having taken LSD and shrooms on many separate occasions accompanied and alone.)
Then and there I'm not too sure what went through my head but the "Be wise man you have to be at work later tonight, AND YOU WORK AT A PETROL STATION" I am sure didn't. Because after not much insistence and an offer of 25g of hash added into the deal, they where already being worked at in my mouth. Unlike most people, I actually adore the taste of shrooms, generally peeling them into thin layers and tasting every fiber of what will later take me to Magic land. I actually prefer them (taste wise) to normal mushrooms.
After maybe half an hour, all my mates had completely come down from their effects and I was starting to feel them, I never understood why, but most people I've spoken too about shrooms always share the same belief that everything looks like a movie set when they first start kicking in and everything looked just like that.
I felt a little spaced out and my eyes where doing the 'mambo jambo' of showing me a little bit of movement, while my mind wasn't really registering what was happening - as if nothing was really different.
Suddenly I was feeling very self conscious, everyone was chuckling and asking me if they where kicking in, witch made me feel rather uncomfortable so I decided it was probably better to retire somewhere else where there was no people, specially not any that I knew would willingly fuck with my mind.
I went into the front room and sat on a sofa, there was another sofa directly in front of me and was just sitting there, packing the bong, as in my sly "magical disappearance" had managed to make the bong disappear with me. While packing and looking around (as you do) I noticed that everything looked very different. More alive - out of no where, the sofa which was a two seater, started talking to me, it was making perfect sense yet I did not physically understand what was being said, it's features where well defined, the eyes, eyebrows, mouth, lips, tongue - everything. At that point everyone walked in the room, saying that there was a possibility the bong had disappeared with me and what the fuck was I looking at. I could only just point and shrieked in terror when they sat on the sofa, noticing that they where actually hurting the poor soul. Yes! sofa's have feelings too! After trying to convince everyone that they had to sit on the floor and not on the sofa, but I was allowed because I had properly asked it for permission, which of course everyone just ignored and mocked me because I was off my face. While the bong was slyly being taken away from me, I grabbed hold of it for dear life and proceeded to empty the socket, which left me rather uncomfortable because while I did light it, this bee like creature appeared and decided to fly about a hand span form my face. It was the same color as a bee but it had only one wing that rotated 360ยบ around it's body which was what made it fly, but it had a mechanical look too it I couldn't understand.
After managing to empty my socket which wasn't easy with this animal distracting me, I managed too disperse the animal-thing away from me, a mate who had dropped acid once I left the room, thought it was wonderful timing to explain how my face was melting and that different bugs where crawling out of my ears, nose, etc. I don't think he did realize how unnerving that was.

My mate suddenly told me I had to go to work and offered me to walk down with me as I was obviously not in a very good condition.

I arrived at work and walked in, your typical petrol station. After walking behind where the tills where, to the right was the actual station where people fill there cars and to the left was a door into the managers office, witch when closed had a little window that could be looked out of from the inside but was a mirror to whomever was on the other side. I suddenly looked at myself in the mirror and realized that my eyes were not just blood shot, but looked as if I had sprayed tomato ketchup into them. The thought arose in my head, "quick go to the toilet and wash your face, try to clear them eyes off and if he does say something, blame something on why there red"
Which I did, I walked back and proceed to 'work' or at least attempt too. I worked behind the till, charging the customers, we had a huge keyboard style till, that had the numbers of the pumps on and another to transfer the amount to the normal till and charge them (short description) You had to press the number to activate the pump and then press it again, for the computer to register and the till to open. This simple procedure seemed impossible. I remember a man telling me what pump it was, but when I tried to press the number, it started flashing on another number which was really confusing me, the queue of people was getting longer and by the second I could feel my brain breaking down and turning into scrambled egg because this was just not working. All the numbers where flashing and this mans voice seemed very distance, the stares of the people in the queue where definitely not helping. Suddenly help arrived and the guy who normally worked with me, jumped into action and told me to go wash my face and see if I came down a little. I gave him a funny look and he told me that I looked as a high as a kite and as lost as a dolphin in a cinema. (All this in discreet spanish, which we both spoke)
I went to the toilet washed my face again, and sat on the toilet seat trying to get myself together by thinking this was probably on my top ten stupidest feats ever. Suddenly I notice that the tiles in the toilet (it was tiled from floor to ceiling) where moving, merging, disappearing, contorting - doing all sort of strange dances that I could not handle, specially being at work.

The rest -  I don't really know what happened. From what my buddy at work told me, the manager had gone into the toilet to get me and I had started freaking out, he had sent me home to get some rest. Which I obviously didn't because I woke up the next day at my mates house. All I know was I was indeed reminded the week after I had been fired.


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Re: Recommendation - Never trip if you have to go to work. [Re: kabuki.mono]
    #14523726 - 05/27/11 09:58 PM (12 years, 9 months ago)

Yeah, I was definitely planning on taking a ton of psychedelics before work someday.


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