In ‘93, my friend and I shared an apartment. It was the peak of my “back in the day” days. A date and I came back from a bar and my roommate had a large pot on the stove. He had gone to pick mushrooms earlier and he was stewing them with grape kool aid. Nobody had drank any yet and I somehow volunteered to be the first (probably to try and impress my date). Back then, Stop-N-Go stores had a large drink cup that had the two Houston Rockets players, Ralph Sampson & Hakeem Olajuwon (the twin towers) on them. I plunged one of those cups into the soup and filled it 3/4th full and drank it all down. My friend then drank 1/2 of a cup. It was just a few minutes when the concoction began with its effects. My vision became like watching a TV with old school antennae when it isn’t exactly right and those diagonal lines move from the bottom left of the screen, towards top right. I stepped out on the patio to try to cope with the strong effects that were getting stronger by the minute. My friend came outside and made the remark that he was going to jump into the pool to try and sober up as much as he could, which was absolutely impossible. I saw him go down stairs and into the fenced-in pool. He then jumped right in…and immediately came right back up out of it. It was as if he had jumped on a trampoline. Basically, it looked like someone had hit reverse on a recording where he went in, and bounced back out. He comes up the stairs and said “don’t jump in the pool!” With which I retorted, “don’t worry, I won’t!” The next day he told me it felt like he got instantly wrapped in Saran Wrap! We then proceeded to hand over control of our Apt/party to a trusted friend because we were really freaking out. I went to my bed and sat on it while saying “it’s all yellow, make it go away!” for some reason. At about 4:30 in the morning, I suddenly gained my senses and I was sitting on the couch with my head hanging off of the front of the seat, on my back, and feet up on the wall. When I asked my friend where he was, he was just coming out of his trip, too, just as fast as I did, in exactly the same amount of time that he had drank his, after I had drank mine. He was across the room on the love seat just like I was on the couch! The next day, our friends were drinking a single shot glass of that concoction and were having fun with it! Never done it again, since that one time! 
