I ate 90 wet grams of some PE mushrooms that SWIM grew to test his latest batch. It was too much.
Ended up diving head first into the toilet (only after I pissed in it) and swallowing mouthfuls of piss water because I thought the Andromeda galaxy was on the other side.
After I decided I didn't like that, I ran around the house naked chugging the shit out of a gallon jug of water and throwing up over and over.
I guess I was also shouting at the top of my lungs so somebody called the cops. Some juiced up ex Marine cop showed up and proceeded to try and arrest me. Tackled me to the ground and we wrestled for a LONG time. He was bigger than me, but I was naked -- and on mushrooms, so I kept escaping him and he would re pin me. Turns out later in the story that this cop was gay, and was digging my fine ass which came in really handy in court when I convinced him earlier that day to amend his statement. No, I didn't suck his dick.
Anyway so after we seriously wrestled around for 10 minutes or so he was getting tired but I was still manic as hell. That's about when he started really trying to subdue me with force and switched tactics. He started yelling at me, fucking loud, saying to stop resisting or he would resort to shooting me and I was gonna be in a lot more trouble if I kept fighting him (but he liked it I know, I was naked).
So anyway, I calm the fuck down, and he cuffs me on the floor face down, ass naked - just the way those Marine fags like it, just the way I knew this sick motherfucker was raping Iraqis when he was in the Marines. He goes back in my room and grabs me some shorts and puts them on me, takes me to his car. Dude was straight up tripping, on the drive to the jail he was doing like 120mph, and he was TWEAKING SO HARD, like bad -- on his cellphone and shit, texting while driving like a mad man. I told him to slow the fuck down and stop tweaking. Then I told him I KNEW he was tweaking and was going to tell his boss and he was gonna get drug tested and fired so he better let me the fuck go. I think he ALMOST did it, but in the end I told him I was sorry to threaten him and I wouldn't tell on him (because I was all shroomy and empathic and didn't want to make him unhappy).
Anyway we get to the jail, and they try to throw me in this cell that I had been in before and don't like, so of course I resisted again. A few fat and poorly trained guards wrestled me in, threw me on the floor and were threatening to tase me if I didn't behave. Threw me down hard too, I had so many bruises after all this. A black eye too.
So these guards and a couple cops start asking questions. What are you on boy?! Did you do PCP? Are you on LSD? Did you eat magic mushrooms? Ecstasy?! See, they knew I was on something, or they THOUGHT I was. I realized, in my extreme shroom state, that they didn't know I was on drugs -- and I saw a way out of all this cop trouble I seemed to have got myself into.
The whole while you have to remember I was shrooming on 90 wet grams of potent PE. The walls were melting and swirling - I was incredibly high. Earlier in the trip I was convinced that I was talking to people on television through the mirrors in my bathroom. It didn't seem too unrealistic at the time -- hell it's just technology.
But I digress. They were trying to get me to admit to committing a crime! Using drugs! But haha, I am not a complete fool! I told them strongly and confidently that I had never used drugs.
BULLSHIT! a lady with a fucked up grill says to me. YOUR EYES ARE BIG AS QUARTERS!! she said. I told her "that's because everything in here is so amazing". I'm pretty sure that sounded like something a high person would say, but it was hardly an admission of guilt.
So, not believing me of course, and desperate to charge me with something serious (fucking cunt whore justice system fuck these cunts) they load me up into a cruiser and take my ass over to the hospital! At the hospital I experienced all kinds of fun shit, but the event relevant to my story is that they drug tested me. I was worried because I had eaten the mushrooms literally a couple hours earlier. After a retardedly long wait, the results came back! "Nothing unusual. He did have a weak positive on THC, but no drugs." Not kidding, the nurse guy who brought in the results straight up said "positive on THC, but no drugs". He must have been a smoker.
SO anyway, lacking any evidence to charge me for a real crime, the queer marine who kept hitting on me took me back to the jail. When we get back, they start asking me a ton more questions. "Ok you aren't on drugs, what's wrong with you why are you acting like this?" I told them I thought I had cancer in my abdomen because I had eaten too much McDonalds as a kid (shit parents feeding me crap food they can fucking rot) which made them think I was actually just a crazy person.
Luckily, I had spent 3 months in this same jail a few years earlier at which time I had told them I was bipolar (which I'm not) and had crazy mood swings -- so that "diagnosis" was already in the jail database. That information plus my recent insane behavior and lack of drugs in my system was enough evidence to demonstrate that I was probably crazy. Crazy enough, anyway, that the judge agreed with me and Mr. Gaycopmarine's amended testimony that what had occurred that night had been a MEDICAL incident and not a criminal one. After a 2 week free stay at a fucking badass mental health facility (aka crazy house) where I managed to talk my way into a hefty Klonopin script, I was free with all charges dropped.
All in all, it was a pretty crazy night. Definitely learned a new respect for the mushroom. It was a really close call that could have gone really bad, but thankfully I had enough wits about me and a lifetime of manipulation training that got me through. I realize a few things worked in my favor. The gay cop was definitely one. That the hospital doesn't test for psilocybin metabolites or w/e is another. Mushrooms are nonexistent here, though, so I'm not surprised.
I always learn things from my trips. It's why I shroom, for the mind high. I could care less if things are all wiggly and stuff. What stuck out most on this trip is how this world is built with words, and how using these words in a certain way is how you navigate this world. I realized how much people communicate. Not only with words, but with silence, with body gestures. I realized how these words and other forms of communication really do program us and how much of what we say is actually borrowed from decades or even hundreds of years ago.
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Escape the box.
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