So, I have drank alcohol, smoked some pot, but that's about it.. I'm not the drug mastermind or someone that's gonna throw myself into anything. I'm far from that. But for mushrooms, it was different, I was ready to experience and to gain more drug knowledge.
So, me and my friend V were talking about taking this special mushroom, we were all excited and talked about it for weeks... Our plan was to ask V's friend ( that I don't appreciate at all) to get us some. She accepted gladly but with one condition,that she take the mush with us. I didn't really care, I had a goal: mush.
That special night,it was freezing outside ( Quebec, Canada ); so we ran into a little restaurant down my friends street. Her parents were gone for the night but we still didn't want to stay inside her house in fear that we would do something stupid or break something. We ordered these nasty hot dogs and put all the mush in them. I topped my hot dog with a super thick layer of ketchup. The mush kind of tasted like pop-corn. I guess it was the ketchup... I don't even know how much I took, I guess I trusted V's friend...
We got out of the restaurant and saw a bus coming towards us, we ran towards it and got on. A couple minutes later, V was hysterically laughing because her friend had grown supposedly grown antennas. I found that funny but I was kind of pissed that my mush hadn't kicked in. Both other girls were laughing and talking loud while I was completely normal.
We got to the bus terminal and we had no idea where we were going. Luckily, one of my old friends called my cell phone and asked me what I was up to, I explained him my situation and he told us to all meet up with him in front of the movie theatre and then we would walk to his house. So we got there, all three of us. We had to cross a big boulevard so I held each one of my friend's hand and crossed safely. When I met my friend, D, he had taken mush as well, just after we had talked so he can be "part of the fun". He was already a little weird and it pissed me off that I was still not seeing nor feeling anything. While walking towards his house everyone was so happy about the bright lights and the stars and they were all giggly and happy. I, on the other hand, still felt nothing.
We got to D's house and we sat in his basement. He put up the music super loud and I just sulked in his couch and stared at a wall. I went through my bag to reapply my make up because I was so bored and then I saw that my hands had started bleeding.. My hand was swollen and red and wet. I screamed so loud. Everyone just stared at me. It's then that I realised that it was finally kicking in.
D got really pissed off at me for screaming because his grandma was upstairs and she didn't know we were there. I was just so shocked by my revelation that I didn't say anything. I started looking at the ceiling and the roof was coming down on me. I wasn't scared, I was just happy... to be me! Everyone and everything had just become so amazing to me! After a good half hour of laughing by myself and being surprised by everything, I decided to fall asleep. D sat down next to me and started shaking me. He was telling me not to fall asleep because I might die. I believed him.
All of a sudden, my friend V started to panick, she held up her cell phone and started screaming about how she HAD to go home. She HAD to get out of D's house. Me and V's friend, P, were looking at her and laughing. V was dead serious, she had to get home, and quick. We decided to leave D's house although it was quite early. He walked us to the bus stop which seemed hours away. The streets were so curvy and so complex, but he got us to the bus stop safely. By this time, I was starting to get pissed off. I wanted to get off of this drug so badly. I sat down in the bus cabin and started talking to God and asking him to please let me get off this drug. I was screaming and shouting. I felt as if I was a fish in a aquarium and that everything was wet.
The bus seemed to be coming in front of me for a good 10 minutes, I always saw the flashing lights and never a bus. A bus finally came and we all said goodbye to D. The bus terminal wasn't far away so we got there safely and my friend V, the one who wanted to go home really badly, went to go look at the bus schedule. All of the numbers were jumbled in her mind so I went to take a look at it. After a long while I finally figured out that the bus would be coming in 40 minutes. V's friend, the one who I didn't really like, was staring at one point for a most of the time and giggling by herself. I decided to call another one of my friends and complain. She laughed at me a lot and it felt so nice to hear her voice. I wanted to fall asleep. V called this guy she liked and starting complaining about the stars being too bright. And then this girl that we did not know at all game in the cabin and was waiting for her bus. V decided to talk to her, so she started blabbing and asking her questions. The girl looked really scared, I started laughing hysterically. V was puzzled because she didnt understand why the girl wouldn't smile back at her. P kept staring at one point. The bus finally came and the girl from the terminal was in it. She pretended throughout the whole bus ride that she was talking on her cell phone. I just laughed at her.
We got to V's house and she finally stopped panicking and felt safe. V and P smoked atleast half a pack of cigarettes. I stared at them for the whole time and thought the smoke was a ghost. I defeated the ghost with a butter knife.
I don't know why, but when I was at V's house, I called my sister to come and pick me up right away! She was with her boyfriend but she came anyways and she was pissed off that I had taken shrooms. Her boyfriend looked so upset but I didnt really care.
I stared at both of them in the car for a good 20 minutes and thought about how gross they were. They kept on kissing and smooching. It disgusted me. Everything looked like giant tentacles.
I finally got home and sat on my couch in my basement. Everything had ceased. I just sat there, slightly paralyzed, and I replayed all the events of the night in my head. It was hilarious.
I know that my trip wasn't the most exciting one or the craziest one, but I think it's a good first experience and next time will be better! I can't wait to see how my body will react to it next time.
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