Ok. So this happened about 4 years ago, I stopped using mushrooms about 3 years ago due to the amount of anxiety I was ALWAYS feeling on them, it's hard to reminisce about this; it giving me shivers, that's how mentally distrurbing I felt at the time...I like shivers though.
I picked up some insane mushrooms, they where being home grown by a close dealer friend and they where the amazonian cubensies strain (if that matters). I had a half ounce, this was to be evenly distributed by 3 of us. I was 16 at this time, but I was a tripper, loving my blotters but truly into the shroom world. The 2 other dudes I was with, I met on overgrow forums, I don't even know if those are still around anymore, but I had hooked these guys up before and smoked with them occasionally, they where university students in my area, so I trusted them of course !!
As far as I know we were all relatively experienced people in life and lighter side of drugs, I was wrongggg
We ate an eighth and a half (doing the math I think it comes out to that, or something like that), and hit the vaporizer and just hung around. We were at one of the university guys house. It was a basement suit and an old lady lived upstairs, I seen her a couple times, no big deal, total low key neighborhood. It was late late afternoon, after dinner and summertime, in my opinion a key time to eat mushrooms. We bullshit for a bit, smoke a bunch of weed and just kinda get impatient. We have alice in wonderland but we are not about to force ourselves to watch it with no visuals (lol). So a great idea comes to our minds to go to the beach, the beach is awesome....so we go and everythings cool, I def start feeling mushy, doing stupid stuff, we go and light a nice small campfire, some people come around and it's peaceful. This is about an hour and a half in, so we are starting on our peak, we stop the fire and start heading to the house.
Now, I have no fucking clue why we where so adamant about going back, we woulda been fine at the beach by the fire all night. It's dark by this time, and I know the area FAIRLY well but I'm following the university student for some reason. I swear the road that his house was like a road into hell or something.
We are laughing and smiling and totaly starting to peak and all of a sudden we are passing by cars on the street and these white cars all have POLICE on the side of them and have lights on the top.... these where not regular passenger cars they where fucking COP cruisers (Im from a big but small city, I'm not worried about cops being real big dorks, just some)....but this was a straight up stand off or something there was, car, car, car, car, car on BOTH sides, I was trying to comprehend what had just gone on until I walk right by my buddies house.. I dont even know it but I see a MOB of cops in front of A house... not thinking it was my buddies, I kept following him until the end of the street......
We all look at each other and go... WHAT THE FUCK... what the fuck
and at this point we are peaking, and this has thrown anxiety into the situation and we are FEEDING off each others anxiety so much we are just tripping real bad.
cars are going up and down the street at AMAZING pace, there is (wolves) howling and shit is NOT funny or laughable, it is dark and scary...I try to talk to the friends I was with but they just kept saying... I know what you mean man, I know, just be quiet.
This craziness and mind tripping state keeps going, unfortunately I guess, my mushrooms where bomb (I knew they where). We dont even touch that area for like 3-4 hours (his house that is)..We really dont want to have anything to do with that, If I wasnt with people as old as I was with (I was 16, they where late twenties) I think it would of been alot more hectic, these guys where doing everything right to stop the bad tripping...it just wouldnt stop.
We end up walking the area streets and go back to the beach we where at before...it was NOT the same..we could not get back to the good feeling.. no matter HOWWWWW much we all tried so hard to do.
On our walks I met a few people who I hadn't seen for a REALLY long time, I really was in no mood for a friendly reunion' at that point, I really wish I hadn't seen people I knew, It just made the coincidental situation so much worse. I was nice anyways.
About 4 hours or so in, and the effects still obviously present we get the courage to go back to the 'crime scene'. Wow, guess what.....MORE COPS, A SWAT LOOKING VAN (I didnt even know we had that kind of ammo here), a road block, and a bunch of worried looking people...JESUS CHRIST. whatever, at this point we were expecting worse, whatever that could be. We go up to the scene and I stay in the background, (I still haver some killer weed on me and I dont want the cops to make my night the worst night ever times 2) and says hes the basement tenant of the downstairs suite, he tells the cops what happened to us , minus the tripping part, LOL, and they didnt let us know ANYTHING.
45 minutes goes by and they finally tel us the situation...When we left the premises either while we where eating the shrooms, or slightly after we left a suicidal mental patient who had some charges on him for assault etc etc had broken into the house and had called the police while inside and started freaking out....
Why our house?
It was his mothers house, and supposedly he had done this before, but not as hectic..and he did not break into the basement suite rather the upstairs suite.
Where was the mother, who tha funk knows, but she wasnt there.
Cops broke down my buddies door, etc etc (see pics, brings back memories) and we ended the night watching alice in wonderland and somewhat trying to visualize what the day could've been like if we had just sat watching that at the starting...One of the guys was quite shaken, said he wouldn't wanna dose like that with mushrooms ever again..I don't blame him.
