My first trip was a solitary trip (on the Fourth of July, 2007) and it was incredible. I had been wanting to take the plunge again but 'shrooms aren't that easy to come by around here, so it wasn't until yesterday that my usual weed dealer, Tommy, got a hold of me trying to sell me some ($35 an eight's a bit much but I didn't know when the opportunity would present itself again).
After I got off work at 6:00 PM, I called Tommy and headed over to his house to buy 3.5 grams of dried psilocybe cubensis. I headed home afterwards and chilled out for a bit, preparing myself for the night; cleansing my mind of any negative energy, so to speak. Then, I was debating on whether to trip with a group of friends or alone. I made a bad decision and chose to hang out with a group of friends, at least one of which (Andy) I knew may try and ruin my evening, although he promised he wouldn't fuck with me.
After a bit of calling around, Andy and another friend Adam, came over at about 8:00 to pick me up. We were driving over to Tommy's to drop off Adam who had business to attend to elsewhere. On the car ride over, I attempted to eat a cap by itself, with nothing to wash it down. Having never tasted a plain mushroom before, I wasn't expecting the taste to be so ghastly. I guarantee that my own shit would have tasted better. After nearly puking, at 8:30 Andy drove me to McDonald's where I proceeded to place the remaining eighth on my Double Cheeseburger.
Afterwards, we headed over to his girlfriends house. She wasn't home so we just chilled there for awhile. The body buzz started to kick in as he was playing a game on the PlayStation 2. Andy had never been around somebody on 'shrooms before, so he kept staring at me as I was laughing and smiling and looking at the tiger-print pillows, which had started to ripple and breathe. Around 9:15 or so (time wasn't even relevant that night), Andy and I went over to John's house. John was a friend of Andy's. Might I add that I had only seen John during my Sophomore year when he was a Senior, never had a conversation with him, and had never been to his house. Dumbass mistake.
I was having a pretty good trip for the most part. We were just sitting around, smoking a couple Black & Mild's, talking, etc. I was still enjoying the body high but even more interested in the visual hallucinations that were happening with just about every object that I looked at. Andy was getting pissed at whatever asinine comments I was saying. He kept saying, "I don't blame you, I know it's the 'shrooms fault", which I didn't like. It was almost like he was insulting a friend of mine: the 'shrooms.
Soon afterwards, somewhere between 9:30 and 9:45, Andrew, a close friend of John's, came over and Andy took it upon himself to immediately let him know I was tripping. We were still all enjoying the night and continued to sit around and bullshit.
I seem to have had a memory lapse from then until Adam and his friend Corey came over. I still hadn't gone into a bad trip yet, but eventually I became anxious and started pacing the apartment, still enjoying the visual aspect, but realizing what a mindfuck 'shrooms are. I became very analytical, both outward and inward.
Awhile after that (between 10:00 and 10:30), Mark (a good friend of mine and Andy's) came over and I was still tripping balls, but I eventually decided to sit in the dark kitchen and enjoy my trip. I sat in a corner of the kitchen on the floor for a good 15 minutes with the lights off, with Andy, Adam, Mark, John, Andrew, and Corey coming in to check in on me at least once.
Soon, my trip started to go bad. You see, whenever I'm high, Andy always threatens to call my Dad and tell him that I've been smoking. He's never done it, but he just likes to mess with me. However, awhile ago we had our phone shut off due to the fact that we used our cell phones more. Having told Andy this, he asked to see my phone because he said it was cool. I didn't believe him, but in order to avoid his bitching, I tossed him my phone. He then proceeded to read my Dad's cell phone number out loud as he entered it into his phone. I flipped the fuck out and huddled into the fetal position in a corner of the living room. On the outside, I kept having visible nervous ticks, getting visibly pissed off. On the inside, I felt like a gun was what I needed to end this nightmare. Eventually, Andy apologized and gave me my phone back (he still has my Dad's number, which I guess isn't that big of a deal), but I still couldn't shake myself out of my funk until I got home that night at 10 minutes to midnight. During the time between my freak-out and the time I was driven home, I took a big hit from the bong, which I think mellowed me out a bit.
Once I got home, my horrible trip turned better instantly, as I put some Shpongle on, had some Oreo's and milk and just chilled in my room, once again being very analytical, introspective and curious about my closed and open-eyed visuals. It was fucking hard as fuck to fall asleep though (which happened between 2:30 and 3:00 AM), tired as I was.
All in all, I'm glad I tripped that night, because even though it was horrible as fuck, it's a nice feeling knowing that I have that experience behind me. It's definitely helped me to write about this and I plan on tripping again in another two weeks or so, solitary though, just to get back on good terms with the 'shrooms.
By the way, sorry for the lack of information between events, but as I said (and as you know) time wasn't even an issue last night, so there are definitely some blank spots as far as that goes.
I also think I should mention what everybody else was under the influence during this little get-together.
Andy: alcohol Adam: alcohol and marijuana John: alcohol and marijuana Mark: alcohol and marijuana Andrew: alcohol and marijuana Corey: marijuana
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