Yesterday,7 december 2013,Grigore organizes a party in his apartment that will haunt him as a memory for the rest of his life,3 psychos were invited. Drugs at his disposal:Datura,LSD,DXM,Zolpidem,alcohol and of course,weed. 7:00 PM - Drank 5 shots of vodka,waiting for my friends to come. 7:40 PM - They came.
8:00 PM - Everybody is dancing,smoking weed and getting drunk,except me,I'm masturbating in the bathroom at post mortem pictures from my phone.
8:03 PM - One of my friends came in the bathroom without knocking,caught me masturbating and,in his drunken state of mind,joined me in my wanking marathon until both of us came on each other clothes.(I know this is fucked up,but I actually did it many times before with this guy and it's really funny,especially when you're drunk)
8:10 PM - We rejoin the party and decide that we should take the DXM.We got exactly 2g of pure DXM,each of us takes 500mg with 200ml of grapefruit juice. 9:00 PM - Everybody is vomiting...everywhere.Vomit in my bed,vomit in my closet,vomit on my san pedro cactus and vomit in my socks.
9:30 PM - Each of us takes 50 mgs of zolpidem with another shot of vodka.
10:00 PM - 2 of my friends passed out,one of them passed while shitting in my bathtub and the other one,well,I found him in my closet,he appealed like he was trying to clean up the vomit that was in there.
10:05 PM - So,only 2 of us remained awake and we had 4 hits of acid,what should we do...what should we do,we can't even fucking walk but we decide it's a great idea to take 2 hits of acid instead of 1.
10:20 PM - We are distinctively feeling the acid coming up and while being convinced that we are ready for another ego death,we take 300 datura seeds to be sure that we will get royally fucked up. If that wasn't enough,my friend is already delusional and thinks that he is contaminated by some evil entities and the single solution is to remove his impurities (his shit) from his body. I let him enjoy his bad trip/psychosis while minding my own business like a true friend.
10:25 PM - He crawls to the bathroom,for few minutes,there is only silence. Then,suddenly,he yells for his life from the deepest place in his lungs.
10:27 PM - I get really paranoid and decide to see what he's doing in there. From the moment I entered the bathroom and saw him trying to take his shit out from his asshole with the tail of the toilet brush on which he put a condom,I involuntarily pissed my pants from laughter.
10:28 PM - Everything got incredibly intense and I simply fell hitting the toilet edge with my head and passing out.
5:00 AM - Woke up with my hand in a pile of shit from my friend,still tripping like fuck and with my head bleeding.My friend passed out with the toilet brush half inside his ass,I doubt he didn't get rectal bleeding from that.
The other 2 guys are awake,still tripping as well and trying to understand where are they,what they've done and what happened to them.I recollect the pieces of the puzzle with their help and manage to understand what we've been through in that night. One thing that we couldn't figure out is how or,better said why,both of them were naked and one of them had a boner.
6:00 AM - I attempt to clean my head wound with vodka.Unfortunately,it was not a good idea as I thought it is.(it was as painful as...I don't even know a good comparison for this)
6:30 AM - They partially clean the mess that we've all made and apologize for everything while I masturbate again in order to calm down.
8:00 AM - Everybody goes home,still tripping,except Steve(the toilet brush guy),he is still sleeping with that stick deep inside his ass. 9:00 AM - Steve wakes up.
The time was estimated.I ended up taking care of Steve all day,he is still having a psychotic episode,I hope he will get well soon,if he won't,I will kick him out anyway.My entire apartment smells like Steve's constipated shit.He must be proud...
*Hallucinations that I've experienced: -Shit flying in the bathroom. -Pieces of shit melting and morphing becoming other pieces of shit.(Steve's shit clearly influenced my trip) -Shit changing color. -Hearing the constant whisper:''You will die in a shitty way''(I know it sounds hilarious but back then I took it seriously).I think I got a shit phobia from these things,but,well,it could've been worse,maybe. -Many more that I can't even remember,these are the most important ones anyway.
Conclusion: It was a really ''shitty'' trip & never be the party organizer.
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