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I've done mushrooms and LSD many, many times, the tale i'm about to relate doesn't concern mushrooms but LSD, howver it is quite a funny story so i feel compelled to tell it here.
I live in Glasgow, about 12 years ago when i was around 15 or 16, my mother gave me a load of cash for my birthday, there was one condition, that i buy some clothes (i'd been experimenting with marijuana any most of my clothes at the time were peppered with tiny burns).
I decided to head out that weekend to the town to buy clothes, that saturday was a beautiful, warm sunny day, i met up with my pal Andy and we made some plans.
My first port of call was to a local guy who was selling LSD, let me just iron out some tiny details here, he'd bought in a load of tabs and nobody was really buying them off him, only me and a few others, so he started to sell them at 2 for 5 pounds sterling as opposed to the regular retail price of 5 pounds a tab, so i bought 4.
Me and Andy both dropped 2 each and off we troddled into Glasgow city center.
We reached the shops within the hour, it was mid afternoon and we were browsing through the clothes, i'd found a nice pair of nike trainers that i was intending to buy, the shop was crowded, and it started to hit me.
I became really nervous, i remember andy saying to me that his had started to hit him and he felt rather uneasy, by now our only aim was to get out of that shop, but i had to buy clothes, looking back, it's kind of funny you know, if i'd gone home and said, "I didn't see much i liked", my mother wouldn't have minded, i had all the time in the world, but i was beginning to lose control of my mind, and was convinced my mother would kill me if i returned empty handed.
So i shopped, against my will, it was torture! I ended up with a a pair of tracksuit bottoms which i hated, they were so ugly, and a tee-shirt that was too big even for my dad.
When we finally got out of that shop we didn't even want to go and look at cds or videos like we'd planned, no macdonalds for us, hell no, straight home, we were freaking out big time in a very crowded, public area, i was actually quite experienced with LSD, i used to take it at school and had never felt like this.
When we were walking home we decided to go a quiet way, we came to Glasgow green, a huge expanse of grassland, daisies were growing, and you could see them everywhere, it was amazing and sort of calmed us down a little, we started to feel better, but for some reason i felt i had to get in the shade, away from the hot sun, so we went to my house and sat in my room having a smoke, my brother was there, he was listening to kula shaker, which was doing the business for me, i was beginning to let go and enjoy the trip.
I had another little episode a while later involving a bag of garbage which sort of looked like a giant insect, like a mite or something, the fact that the bag seemed to be moving, ebbing and flowing was kind of freaky.
Other than that, good trip, lasted about 10 hours.
But the worst part was, i had to take the clothes back, i bought the nikes which i was happy with, but the shirt and trousers went back, i swear man when i took those items back that girl at the counter she looked at me with a funny sort of grin as if to say "you were out of your face yesterday!".