So two Fridays ago I had a really screwed up experience tripping. On the Wednesday before I called up one of my buddies from high school because it was dry and I was trying to score weed and he's like "No, i don't have any weed right now, but i have BOMB ASS shrooms.", I had been looking for like a year and a half and finally had a hookup, so i told him to get me a quarter and i'd head down to the ATM. We had planned to do them in the dorms on the Friday of that week. Around 6:00 P.M. on that Friday i finally got through to his cell phone to set up the trip, and he told me he went to fucking Traverse City with everybody else at the last minute without telling me, they said not to trip for my first time by myself. I was PISSED. Then to shit on things even worse this girl that's like my best friend (not really g/f though, hard to explain) from back home didn't call like she was supposed to, so i was just feeling down in the friggin dumps. I decided to go with my backup plan for the night and party at my roomate's fraternity since those guys were going to get me like a 12 pack of Budweiser anyway. I got the beer around 7:30 and drank about one. Then around 8:00 i'm sitting at my computer, waiting for something to do, then i find out that there won't be anything big going on at the frat house until like midnight, so I start playing around with the bag of shrooms, waiting for something to do, because i'm bored. I pop a cap in my mouth and taste it a little, then i swallow it on accident, so i decided it would be a waste to just do one cap, so i start eating out of the bag, and before i know it i dosed at LEAST an eighth (later through the miracle of scales, i found out i ate like 4 grams, i was fucked up). After that, here is a timeline of my trip.
8:00-I'm in my room chilling by myself, the shrooms haven't really kicked in yet and i'm just drinking a beer and watching Real Time With Bill Maher on TV in my room, it's a lot funnier than it should be so i think the mushrooms were kind of taking hold.
8:15-I start getting STRONG physical effects, it feels like being able to stay up through the kind of drinking binge that you normally pass out in. I decide to smoke the resin buildup in my pipe with my roomate's lighter with his greek letters for his fraternity, he comes in and scolds me for breaking some ritual rule and takes the lighter away, i'm bummed since i don't have a lighter. I confess to him and his friend that I'm on a heavy dose of shrooms since I can't really walk right, still no visuals.
8:30-They take off and I turn off all the lights in the room and turn on the blacklight, i put Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas in the DVD player. It's really just in the background while I'm talking on the computer with one of my buddies from back home, but still, it's freaking me out. So I take it out and I pop a CD in my computer ("Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" by Wilco). The lights are off and I'm dancing around my room singing along at the top of my lungs, i used my roomate's much more important zippo lighter from his drawer to spark up a cig and i'm smoking a cig in my room, drinking a beer, singing, and wigging out at the same time, and i lose like all bodily control. Someone does a LOUD, BOOMING knock on my door and I *FLIP OUT* thinking it's my RA who's not cool at all, if he saw me with a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, a 12 pack at my feet and an open bag of shrooms on my desk, yeah, i'd be going to jail that night. Later I found out it was just this stupid drunk girl that goes out with one of the guys from my hall.
8:45-I freak out about the cigarette and i immediately spray about a whole can of lysol in my room, still no visuals although when I go over to this poster in my bathroom the watter damage forms these really recognizable patterns, not like a solid visual, but it's hard to explain.
9:00-I put in "There's Something About Mary" since i wanted to watch a stupid comedy while I trip so nothing surprises me or freaks me out, I get really bored by it really quick since I've seen it so many times and I go back online, I try to look at the videos at ebaumsworld.com but things aren't as funny as earlier.
9:15-I decide to head out and smoke another cigarette, i grab a cig, put on my coat and everything to go outside, and grab my roomate's zippo, i get all outside to smoke the cig, and then i can't find the zippo, and i'm like *SHIT* and i search everywhere for it.
9:30-After tossing my room for a significant amount of time, i find out it's in my back pocket, I'm relieved and scared. I go back outside and try to light the cigarette. I've probably had about 4 beers by now. The lighter will not light worth a FUCK, i get pissed off and crush up the cigarette and throw the pieces at a wall. I hate wasting cigarettes, so obviously I was pissed.
9:45-I come back in and i have the faulty lighter in my back pocket, my roomate's fraternity brothers (well, not all of them, but literally like TWELVE) come in my room shouting and they're all like "Whoa, hey, i hear you're SHROOOOOOOOMING! What do you see? You see anything freaky" you know, general bullshit to goad me like that. I freak out since one of them says he's going to go through his drawer to find this lighter and luckily they were looking for the red one, as soon as they leave the room i put the zippo back in the drawer.
10:00 to 10:30-Nothing really happened here, i was just having a conversation with my friend on AIM, i can't really remember anything about what i said.
10:30-I grab my beer and put it in a backpack and start the mile and a half walk in the freezing cold + icy sidewalks to my roomate's fraternity house for the party going on there. Again, still no visuals.
10:45-I'm outside walking and I'm all alone in the cold, this is the absolute worst part of my trip. I have all these horrible emotional horrors and ideas in my head about how nobody loves me and everybody just pretends to like me and how everybody is fake and just general paranoid shit like that that comes from doing too much drugs and mixing depressants. I couldn't WAIT to get to the house.
11:00-I get to the house, everyone's like, "Whoa, I hear you're SHROOMING!", i do the obligatory high five thing with everybody and I pretend like i'm just chilling and nothing is bothering me. It's visually clear that something is wrong.
11:15-So i have to talk to all these girls about shrooming, and they ask me about visuals and the music is BLARING and i can't really have a conversation and the music is pissing me off, the girls are hot but they are dumber than a post, i'm trying to explain to them that they really haven't done anything to me and I told them they shouldn't waste their money on them. They don't believe me, i'm like "whatever". My vision got really bad around this point, no visuals but I couldn't like see the person in front of me, my vision was all scrambled, like looking at a pixelated face on TV, that kind of blurry.
11:30 to Midnight-Everybody does a stupid little Q & A session with me about shrooms, just shit like "Do you think I would like them?", I told EVERY frat guy in the house "No" because they are completely wrong for party people. I couldn't see any of them ever having their ego shattered in the way I had mine ruined. Their ego is their life, it's what they put forth to everyone, without that they are emotionally nothing. They all think they're going to see some cool cheap thrills on shrooms but really they'll get an insight into their soul that they truly don't want, I basically advised everybody at the party, coherently and sanely to stay away. Probably had about 6 beers at this point.
12-12:30-I park myself on the couch next to these girls and one of my roomate's buddies who's VERY drunk, like his eyes are completely shut he's so drunk. These sorority girls are like making out they're so wasted and people are taking pictures and they're just being retarded. I get into a conversation with this one girl who's talking about the Hooter's waitresses who are partying there and she's complaining because she said that they said she was too fat to waitress there, i tried to get all motivational (not trying to pick her up, i had no interest in the opposite sex the entire time i was on shrooms, even with the alcohol) and told her that she wasn't fat and told her what i weigh (I go about 250) and what i have to deal with in terms of bullshit from people, and then I go into some self deprecating non-humor about my weight that turns really bad. I immediately start to act VERY drunk on purpose to act like I don't even know what i'm saying. I have about 7 beers in my system at this point, i give away a few of my beers because I just don't care.
12:45-1:00-I get into this conversation on the couch with my friend Dru who's a fraternity brother at that house, I tell him just about what i'm going through with the drug since he seemed legit about wanting to know about it. I get into this fit of honesty and break down and tell him that I'm going to move back home next year, and then I start telling everybody within earshot. I go to the bar and break down emotionally and start crying, it's really bad, i mean, everybody could understand why I'd be sad dropping that news being drunk and all, but it was just the wrong place and time for it. I felt I had to get a secret like that out, secrets and anything bearing down on me or making me feel guilty obviously had to be dealt with.
1:15-1:30-I head out into the other room and I start talking with this girl who's tall as fuck, like 6' 4", like every girl at this party is a lot taller than me and I'm 5' 10", so that was weird, i hate when that happens. And she, like all the other girls there is stupid as fuck (it's all Hooters waitresses and sorority girls, i don't mean to sound misogynistic and i love intelligent conversation with girls, but they're all drunk and have NOTHING important to say). I'm still recovering from the other room and I don't want anybody to look at me or talk to me.
1:45-2:00 I get into this conversation in the hall with a couple friends who are partying there who are part of another fraternity but live in the same dorm as us and are friends of my roomate's from his hometown. One of them has done shrooms and understands in detail what I am going through, he's like "Don't you just feel completely mindfucked and then like you're going to kill yourself" and i told him I didn't get any visuals and he's just like "I didn't either" and we just kind of talked about that and he called his saferide from his fraternity to get us a ride home.
2:15-3:00-We get back to the dorms and he comes over to my room and I'm supposed to smoke some pot with him since he's like the only guy in our dorm with it since it's completely dry, i don't really want to pay for it and want him to spot me real bad, and he really owed me anyway. He tried to get me to trade him a stem from my shroom bag for a smokeout and i'm like "yeah right" and we just talked about shrooms and the kind of depression that I was going through coming down from them. I went to bed at 3:00 and slept very late the next day, I didn't really feel like talking to anybody and just wanted to keep the whole experience to myself and put it behind me. Only one person commented on how fucked up i was, but he was so drunk that he might as well have been tripped out himself. Everybody at that party was so drunk I think most of them blacked it out. Looking back I probably should've left the shrooms in the desk and just got wasted on that 12 pack, I just need to learn timing.
Three days from now, on Friday, two weeks later I plan on doing the 3 grams that I have left with my friends from back home that I was supposed to trip with the first time. I'm going to make sure that I'm feeling good, am well rested, haven't eaten anything, and am just chilling out when I do them. Do you think this will solve my problem with getting no visuals? Do you think the lack of visuals was from the beer and having a full stomach or from my weight? I ate a fucking lot of shrooms, no matter what i weigh i should've been tripping crazily. These shrooms had dust like no other, they were about the best cubensis i've ever seen and i paid fairly hansomely for them.
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