OldSchoolStyley
Bluelighter
25g fresh mushrooms (cubensis)-inexperienced-times of our lives
Friends house. I had my 25g and they had 12g each. I was trying to keep calm but a mixture of anxious excitement and apprehension was fuelling neusea. Or the fact that I had eaten anything for the last 18 hours. Either way, I was going to eat these shrooms.
Grabbed them and put them in a sandwich. It seemed like the way to go and all three of us took that first bite. They had marmite, I had chocolate spread. Now the thing is the shrooms were mush easier to eat after I removed them from the chocolte spread. My freind (lets call him D) actually enjoyed the taste.
At first I thought they were bunk. I could see it in my friends eyes that they were lying to me, no wait they felt the same way. I stared at the wavy plastered ceiling in my friends lounge dodad. I thought I could see the wallls breathing in my peripheral vision but this may have been placebo.
We went upstares and drank some vodka. Three shots, or perhaps four. Remembered the amyl nitrite (im going to call them poppers but I hate that term) and had a few draws. We settled down to watch jungle book, in particular the Bear necessities bit.
Two other of my friends were there. Dan and John lets say to keep the ball rolling. No shrooms for them but a pile joints. They started to jam with a guitar and a bass. Suddenly one of the strings broke. They had to stop there. I stood up and said:
"The band was over as soon as the guitar broke."
My friend D couldn't stop laughing. Although I did not quite see the hilarity in that comment, I also started laughing.
John said:
"Well we can do acoustic"
me:" YES the band is back together we can start being roadies again."
D (with tears of laughter on his face): "No one wants that!"
Me: "Yeah bring back the old band, you've changed man."
J (the other shrooming friend) was setting up some barrells and bongs. We had them and resumed the high-octane madness that he rooms was bcomming the battleground for. At one point me and him stood shouting into the mirror. I could here D laughing his head off somewhere else.
J suddenly said: "My mums going to be back in a minute!"
Immediatly we became a fast moving cleaning group. I remember being told to pick up the poppers about seven times but I was having to much fun seeing the robinsons logo in the lawn or walking backwards or forwards. I rested upside down behind a speaker. Suddenly J shouted from outside the room: "Oh wait there's still half anf hour"
D collapsed in relief. He narrowly missed dan who was face down on the bed. It was a funny sight him laying there while we ran around in fast motion, like some fashionable advert for cannabis.
I hid in the closet. Yes hahah very good coming out. This happened 5 times but I thought the closet was a lot smaller than it was. About half the height.
I started to talk in anamilistic grunts that D found hilarious, I didn't mean them to do that. I didn't mean them at all. We slowly but surely got our stuff together. Me and D sat on the front step where I experienced my first "strong" visual.
I looked at the trees and saw that they grew. Hairy is the word I would first use to describe them and then they just got big. Their trunks grew faces and arms like the trees in "the wizard of oz.". Not in a they cam out of nowhere way though. More the texture of the tree took this image. I tried to show D but he saw nothing. J knocked on the inside of the door and D shouted "come in" each time.
We finally got on the move with a bottle of water in tow. It became a burden on us as the trip went on but not as much as the poppers. They get a paragraph all to themselves.
We crossed a pub (this was out in the county so there was little traffic on the meandering streets). We must have walked backwards and forwards past that pub seven times. We recieved a phone call from J's mum saying that she would be held up an hour. We continued on regardless.
Our destination was the park, a place where the local tokers went. Initially we stuck together but then dan and jon went on. I tried to keep up but gave up. A more relaxed pace was the necessary. D and J were trying to roll a cigarrette whilst walking along. Everytime something happened they would laugh. I did not have the same kind of giggles, not that the world wasn't funny, it was more darkly funny. It's hard to explain. Nature was growing around me, that was funny.
D said to me everytime a person went past or a car and we tried to act natural: "This is the best part." When they were behind, he would break out in fits of laughter.
Oh but the poppers. They were evil, the centre of my hatred. They stank and they were nasty. They bottle was leaking and I was pissed off with them. When Ever I went to destroy them, J would stop me. He wanted to use them. I felt that a great burden like the one frodo has to endure had been placed upon me. Stupid I know but my head was going a million miles an hour and It was hard to keep the thoughts from a head on collision.
We had to sit and drink some water about 4 times. It took dan and John around 20 minutes to reach the park, us about fifty.
We brought some weed, a good bag that helped us along but we were know in the downward bumps (a term under development.) You see we would lose abit of the trip and then It would rise up again, not to the previous level but hey, I wasn't complaing.
My stomach began to hurt and I got this fear that was more worry than it was terror. I just felt depressed and ill. I walked around a bit and took in the serenity of the park. This seemed to calm me down.
It started to rain and we sat in it, fetting wetter and wetter. We didn't care though because it just felt refreshing.
I'm not sure if D and J tripped but they didn't seem to care. I often said "just be calm" with added handed movements when they started to get manic or argued.
I'm not sure if I tripped at any great level but I didn't care either. It was a great experience that I had a lot of fun on.
If you didn't read all of that (and frankly I don't blame you); I'm definatly going to do shrooms again.
Friends house. I had my 25g and they had 12g each. I was trying to keep calm but a mixture of anxious excitement and apprehension was fuelling neusea. Or the fact that I had eaten anything for the last 18 hours. Either way, I was going to eat these shrooms.
Grabbed them and put them in a sandwich. It seemed like the way to go and all three of us took that first bite. They had marmite, I had chocolate spread. Now the thing is the shrooms were mush easier to eat after I removed them from the chocolte spread. My freind (lets call him D) actually enjoyed the taste.
At first I thought they were bunk. I could see it in my friends eyes that they were lying to me, no wait they felt the same way. I stared at the wavy plastered ceiling in my friends lounge dodad. I thought I could see the wallls breathing in my peripheral vision but this may have been placebo.
We went upstares and drank some vodka. Three shots, or perhaps four. Remembered the amyl nitrite (im going to call them poppers but I hate that term) and had a few draws. We settled down to watch jungle book, in particular the Bear necessities bit.
Two other of my friends were there. Dan and John lets say to keep the ball rolling. No shrooms for them but a pile joints. They started to jam with a guitar and a bass. Suddenly one of the strings broke. They had to stop there. I stood up and said:
"The band was over as soon as the guitar broke."
My friend D couldn't stop laughing. Although I did not quite see the hilarity in that comment, I also started laughing.
John said:
"Well we can do acoustic"
me:" YES the band is back together we can start being roadies again."
D (with tears of laughter on his face): "No one wants that!"
Me: "Yeah bring back the old band, you've changed man."
J (the other shrooming friend) was setting up some barrells and bongs. We had them and resumed the high-octane madness that he rooms was bcomming the battleground for. At one point me and him stood shouting into the mirror. I could here D laughing his head off somewhere else.
J suddenly said: "My mums going to be back in a minute!"
Immediatly we became a fast moving cleaning group. I remember being told to pick up the poppers about seven times but I was having to much fun seeing the robinsons logo in the lawn or walking backwards or forwards. I rested upside down behind a speaker. Suddenly J shouted from outside the room: "Oh wait there's still half anf hour"
D collapsed in relief. He narrowly missed dan who was face down on the bed. It was a funny sight him laying there while we ran around in fast motion, like some fashionable advert for cannabis.
I hid in the closet. Yes hahah very good coming out. This happened 5 times but I thought the closet was a lot smaller than it was. About half the height.
I started to talk in anamilistic grunts that D found hilarious, I didn't mean them to do that. I didn't mean them at all. We slowly but surely got our stuff together. Me and D sat on the front step where I experienced my first "strong" visual.
I looked at the trees and saw that they grew. Hairy is the word I would first use to describe them and then they just got big. Their trunks grew faces and arms like the trees in "the wizard of oz.". Not in a they cam out of nowhere way though. More the texture of the tree took this image. I tried to show D but he saw nothing. J knocked on the inside of the door and D shouted "come in" each time.
We finally got on the move with a bottle of water in tow. It became a burden on us as the trip went on but not as much as the poppers. They get a paragraph all to themselves.
We crossed a pub (this was out in the county so there was little traffic on the meandering streets). We must have walked backwards and forwards past that pub seven times. We recieved a phone call from J's mum saying that she would be held up an hour. We continued on regardless.
Our destination was the park, a place where the local tokers went. Initially we stuck together but then dan and jon went on. I tried to keep up but gave up. A more relaxed pace was the necessary. D and J were trying to roll a cigarrette whilst walking along. Everytime something happened they would laugh. I did not have the same kind of giggles, not that the world wasn't funny, it was more darkly funny. It's hard to explain. Nature was growing around me, that was funny.
D said to me everytime a person went past or a car and we tried to act natural: "This is the best part." When they were behind, he would break out in fits of laughter.
Oh but the poppers. They were evil, the centre of my hatred. They stank and they were nasty. They bottle was leaking and I was pissed off with them. When Ever I went to destroy them, J would stop me. He wanted to use them. I felt that a great burden like the one frodo has to endure had been placed upon me. Stupid I know but my head was going a million miles an hour and It was hard to keep the thoughts from a head on collision.
We had to sit and drink some water about 4 times. It took dan and John around 20 minutes to reach the park, us about fifty.
We brought some weed, a good bag that helped us along but we were know in the downward bumps (a term under development.) You see we would lose abit of the trip and then It would rise up again, not to the previous level but hey, I wasn't complaing.
My stomach began to hurt and I got this fear that was more worry than it was terror. I just felt depressed and ill. I walked around a bit and took in the serenity of the park. This seemed to calm me down.
It started to rain and we sat in it, fetting wetter and wetter. We didn't care though because it just felt refreshing.
I'm not sure if D and J tripped but they didn't seem to care. I often said "just be calm" with added handed movements when they started to get manic or argued.
I'm not sure if I tripped at any great level but I didn't care either. It was a great experience that I had a lot of fun on.
If you didn't read all of that (and frankly I don't blame you); I'm definatly going to do shrooms again.
Reminds me of my shroom eating days.. missions to get out of home before Mum got home!