Bobsterbeino
Greenlighter
This was written about 4 years ago, figured I'd let you guys give it a read.
I started off the night, simply enough, wondering what I was going to be up to, who I was going to see. I thought this was going to be an ordinary night, nothing special, little did I know this was going to be the trip of a lifetime.
I was talking on msn and my buddy mitch sent me an offline message, saying whats up? do ya wanna chill? and I answered asking if he knew where my dealer pinner was and i eventually went on my way to buy 2 grams of mushrooms.
I walked down to my bank, took out 40 dollars and went to 7-11 to purchase some dr pepper.
as I was walking to mitches place i was building with anticipation to get my mushrooms, to have some fun tonight.
I get up there, knock on his window, ask for the keys and walk into his apartment building as usual.
As i entered his apartment i was greeted by pinner, asking what I wanted. as we all know, i took out my money and asked for 2 grams of mushrooms, he began to weigh the shrooms and I was surprised to see that he had weighed out 2.8 for me. He only had a gram left in his original bag and asked if I had more money, this is when mitch piped up and said, "ah just hook him up"
That he did, I just said, sweet and proceeded to pop 3 grams down my throat, gave the last gram to my buddy.
from then on I was just chillin, having fun.
Very interesting visiuals and minutes seemed like hours.
Had a few laughs, had some good conversation on weightlifting and stuff, had some hotknife hoots of hash. good times.
Then 3:30 rolled around and I had to be heading back to my house.
As I walked down the apartment building I was tripping out, hearing voices and stuff, not having a good time. wishing I had never left.
Then it started to get worse as I continued home, I couldn't get rid of this buzzing noise, like when a fly goes by your ear, it gets really loud.
I finally get home though and I can barely get my keys in the deadbolt, when I do I eventually make it up to my room and struggle to walk at this point.
I started thinking about how bad of a person I am, just total nonsense, tripping right out, thinking about way too much.
then I began to look around my room, i was seeing faces on everything, including my own body, mocking me, laughing. i was seeing dead bodies behind my bed, thinking I was going to die. This is too much, I keep saying over and over, "too real, man, way too real".
At this point, I'm thinking I'm going to the loony bin, this is it, my life is over, i'm insane. holy fuck, the drugs did me in, just over and over in my head, I can't handle it anymore.
I snap out of it. I go have a shower, and in the shower I see blood coming out of my pores, I get spaced out, the shower seems like an auditorium. I'm having a bad trip again, I stagger out of the shower and break down on the floor, a weeping mess. I'm way too fucked up I say to myself. way to fucked.
Then I looked in the mirror.
Huge mistake.
I saw myself as a zombie, bleeding from the eyes, maggots all over my skin. holy shit.
Then I look at my cellphone. ITS ONLY 4:11?! THIS HAS FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY, THIS IS NEVER GOING TO END, I'M INSANE.
I snap out of it. about a minute later. it felt like an hour. I'm a wreck.
Then I somehow made it to this computer, I don't know how, but. Holy fuck. That was a trip and a half. I need a break. and a good nap.
Thats my... trip report I suppose, its not as... structured as most... but I paint a pretty good picture.
I started off the night, simply enough, wondering what I was going to be up to, who I was going to see. I thought this was going to be an ordinary night, nothing special, little did I know this was going to be the trip of a lifetime.
I was talking on msn and my buddy mitch sent me an offline message, saying whats up? do ya wanna chill? and I answered asking if he knew where my dealer pinner was and i eventually went on my way to buy 2 grams of mushrooms.
I walked down to my bank, took out 40 dollars and went to 7-11 to purchase some dr pepper.
as I was walking to mitches place i was building with anticipation to get my mushrooms, to have some fun tonight.
I get up there, knock on his window, ask for the keys and walk into his apartment building as usual.
As i entered his apartment i was greeted by pinner, asking what I wanted. as we all know, i took out my money and asked for 2 grams of mushrooms, he began to weigh the shrooms and I was surprised to see that he had weighed out 2.8 for me. He only had a gram left in his original bag and asked if I had more money, this is when mitch piped up and said, "ah just hook him up"
That he did, I just said, sweet and proceeded to pop 3 grams down my throat, gave the last gram to my buddy.
from then on I was just chillin, having fun.
Very interesting visiuals and minutes seemed like hours.
Had a few laughs, had some good conversation on weightlifting and stuff, had some hotknife hoots of hash. good times.
Then 3:30 rolled around and I had to be heading back to my house.
As I walked down the apartment building I was tripping out, hearing voices and stuff, not having a good time. wishing I had never left.
Then it started to get worse as I continued home, I couldn't get rid of this buzzing noise, like when a fly goes by your ear, it gets really loud.
I finally get home though and I can barely get my keys in the deadbolt, when I do I eventually make it up to my room and struggle to walk at this point.
I started thinking about how bad of a person I am, just total nonsense, tripping right out, thinking about way too much.
then I began to look around my room, i was seeing faces on everything, including my own body, mocking me, laughing. i was seeing dead bodies behind my bed, thinking I was going to die. This is too much, I keep saying over and over, "too real, man, way too real".
At this point, I'm thinking I'm going to the loony bin, this is it, my life is over, i'm insane. holy fuck, the drugs did me in, just over and over in my head, I can't handle it anymore.
I snap out of it. I go have a shower, and in the shower I see blood coming out of my pores, I get spaced out, the shower seems like an auditorium. I'm having a bad trip again, I stagger out of the shower and break down on the floor, a weeping mess. I'm way too fucked up I say to myself. way to fucked.
Then I looked in the mirror.
Huge mistake.
I saw myself as a zombie, bleeding from the eyes, maggots all over my skin. holy shit.
Then I look at my cellphone. ITS ONLY 4:11?! THIS HAS FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY, THIS IS NEVER GOING TO END, I'M INSANE.
I snap out of it. about a minute later. it felt like an hour. I'm a wreck.
Then I somehow made it to this computer, I don't know how, but. Holy fuck. That was a trip and a half. I need a break. and a good nap.
Thats my... trip report I suppose, its not as... structured as most... but I paint a pretty good picture.
