"I'll never do that again" Confession number one, Two years ago, on the third of July (in my small town the whole week is celebrated.) I decided to take some mushrooms. I had some bacterial pe jars that I top fruited so I didn't have much but I decided to take just a grab bag of random cubes, and share the love with one of my best friends. I wasn't really thinking about it too much but this guy had never taken more than an eighth, and moved around a lot as a kid and just had a generally unstable home life through the developing years, being homeless even as a kid.
So, I unthoughtfully have him a gram of pe which is a good dose in itself and then handed him a bunch of side aborts and said "you can have these if you want too." they were probably another 3/4 gram.. Anyway we went across the street to join people blowing shit up and everything was going good, but he ended up getting into a conversation with a major douche who's generally pushy and was being grilled about where he comes from and who his parents are (they died recently in horrible health, sensitive topic) I didn't think much about it but that set his night down the wrong path.
Quite awhile later we had been in different groups for awhile and my buddy I dosed too high comes to me with a concerned look on his face and asked what happened. I told him to come sit with me in a secluded spot by the fire. He said there was a girl in town that is in a ditch, and we should go check on her. I assured him that if he heard it from anyone here then the appropriate responders have already been notified. This is when I thought things were getting bad
He said he thinks it's his sister so I reminded him that she's very resposible and doesn't drink much and knows not to drive drunk and I doubt she was out anyway, then he went to I need to run home and make sure everything is locked up, so I reminded him that my mom left the doors unlocked in this town my whole life growing up, other people are at his place and they will take care of it. He was persistent, kept saying he needed to find his keys and go check. Finally I convinced him to come to my house where he will be more comfortable. This is where things started actually getting bad.
He chilled for a few while waiting for my ex's brother to come give my friends a ride home for me, he was saying random shit at this point. Sitting on the couch he started to lose full sentences. He still made sense just in more simple language, without words to tie thoughts together, just comparison and association. You know, near breakthrough gibberish essentially. He kept repeating some shit including but not limited to "consensual sex is the only way to go" (20yo virgin, poor guy)
Two of our sober friends left and my ex stuck around to help me.then he started to feel fight or flight, and as we all know, mushrooms don't give you a choice. You can't run. You have to face shit headon. We had to lock and bock the door with our bodies and not let him physically open the door. With enough persistence I ended up having to be really stern with him and threaten to hurt him (he's my fuckin best friend I wouldn't hurt someone I hate, unless I had to) he got a kinda sad look on his face, a look that says you're frightened and worried and know you can't do anything about it, a look that is literally, yet figuratively crying for help. Eventually after he calmed down my ex said maybe we should go for a walk because he may not feel as trapped. I asked if she was sure and we agreed that there was no harm aslong as he didn't go home.
Outside seemed fine until we got to the intersection (gravel roads we walk in the street) and he started running. Sorta towards his place. So I chased home down and grabbed his waist and pulled him down(along with his pants) then he just didn't want to move, he was dead weight so I had to get him on his feet (thank god he wasn't even 130) and have my ex hold him up while I undid, pulled up and redid his pants and belt. Then we walked him to the park (near forcefully, thankfully he was doing most of the work) and he kept saying all the random gibberish he was before. Then I had an idea. Music with help lead him out of this. So she plate,a lifelong fab if his, sublime. Almost instantly it worked, got him out of his loop. He was singing along with a smile on his face.
Then a couple minutes later we got him back to my house. And laid him on the couch, where I found out He had pissed himself. So I took his pants off, washed them and gave him my pjs. At this point he was tired and done fighting it. He was coherent enough to respond to me but in shock from his experience. I got him to promise me he was in for the night and that he would be there when I got back from taking my ex home, I was done being high as soon as I realised I was babysitting.
Got home and talked to him about it, and he doesn't remember a thing after leaving for my house...
I'LL NEVER Dose a friend without thought again.
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