Hiss
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Shrooms-3rd time- Saturday nite Havoc
Damn, last nite was fucked up...
it started out a nice quiet evening chilling at my bud J's place. we were smoking weed occasionally while sitting on the couch. then we decided to play my favorite shooting game, 'perfect dark'.
as we were playing our somewhat crazy friend S stops by with our mostly cool friend L. i'm like 'whats up guys'
with overexcitement in his voice, S says 'ch-check this shit out man' and throws a big bag of shrooms on the table. i smile and say awesome. i throw down 20$ and ask how much i can get for that. he says here and sets aside maybe 2.5 grams. J decided to buy 15$ worth, L pulls out an 8th and says hes going to eat half this. we make plans to chill there tonite and trip.
the bad nite starts when i ask S how many shrooms hes going to eat,since he didnt have a pile set out like the rest of us, just his big bag. he then said 'this many WEEEEEEE' and grabs a big handful, 4 or 5 grams and stuffs them in his mouth. L says 'come on dude spit some out i dont feel like babysitting you tonite' and S says in a garbled voice 'ppfhuck yuuu' with his mouth full. then the rest of us eat our piles, it was about 9pm.
we sit down and watch 'the cell'. my trip starts kicking in in 20 minutes. everyone else comments how they are also feeling it. S says 'oh i'm feeling it alright'.
around 45 minutes into it i'm tripping good, seeing mild visuals, having a decent weird body buzz going. then we smoke a pipe. BAM. a minute later i'm tripping even harder. S says 'oh man this is too intense, i dont like this, too intense, yikes, i don't like it, need to sleep it off' L says 'man no way you're sleeping, just chill on the couch and breathe deep.' he does that.
its probably 90 minutes into our trips when S jumps off the couch and screamed "I AM GOD!" yea, sounds typical but he really believed it. he starts walking slow towards the lamp with his arms out like a zombie. we're like 'oh fuck now what are we going to do'. S yells something like 'i give light and taketh away!' and he starts slapping the lamp really hard, it breaks with a bright flash after 2 seconds of the abuse. J gets up and yells at him 'what the fuck is wrong with you! i'm going to kick your fucking ass!!'
S was possessed. he easily throws J to the ground after he attempts to restrain him. he then loudly and repetetively exclaimed the following phrases 'i am the milkman drink my milk', 'worship the queen', 'smoke if ya got em' and a few others i dont remember. me, L and J just decide to let him go, cause restraining him would cause him to freak out worse we assumed. he wondered through the house and we would follow him. i was still able to enjoy my trip until S threw a book at a window, shattering it, yelling 'window turn to diamond!' as if commanding it to change. then J punches S right in the head and proceeds to give him a few hard cracks in the arms and stomach while S hunches over looking like a crazy wounded animal. 'take that you crazy piece of shit!' then J spits on S, which is not like him to do.
S then screams and grabs J's neck, then on impulse i run over and kick S as hard as I could in the leg, with my adrenaline assisting. S screams again, so loud and horribly, letting go of J's neck. J falls down with his back against the wall, trying to breathe. S looked at me with fear then picked up one of those things you use on a bookshelf to keep the books from falling over. i take a few steps back running into L. well then S takes the metallic book holder and with a scream launches it at me. i dont really know if i dodged it with reflexes or his aim was off, but it whacked L in the upper leg. 'AAHhh' he mumbled and sat down holding his leg.
S tried to walk towards me but his leg was obviously very injured. he looked so crazy and angry, i have gotten flashbacks of that look just writing this. he then limped over to a chair and sat down, not saying a word the rest of the nite, not even answering attempts to communicate with him. i disabled the crazy fucker!
so J, L and me relax and watch a computer animation video.. i forget what its called but its so awesome to watch tripping, perhaps the best thing. S sits in the next room over but we can still see him. L shows me his leg wound.. it was bruised pretty bad. the bruise looked weird in the tripping state of mind, in a negative way. J had big red marks on his neck which started to take a yellowish tint, the beginnings of a bruise.
at around 2am we are mostly down from our trip. S sat down on his chair at around 10:45 and he still hadn't moved. he was staring straight ahead the whole time. we then finally walk over and attempt to communicate.
'hello' i say. he turns his head slowly and looks at me. 'oh. i see it does end afterall' he says with fatigue in his voice. 'my leg...head' he said, lifting up his pantleg. there was a huge black and blue bruise already! it was severe! i really gave him a whack. there was also a reddish yellow mark on the side of his face where J punched him. 'i cant walk. what the fuck happened to me? is everything ok?' he said with rising panic. 'yea you just broke my fucking lamp and window dickhead, and tried to strangle me' J said. 'and whacked me in the leg' L said. S shook his head. 'i have just come back from the world of the dead, witnessed the end of time and space, had an out-of-planet experience... so thats no big deal' we laughed.
i felt pretty happy that i was the only person uninjured. we all got some tea and sat around and played perfect dark until around 7am, when we started to feel like sleep was possible. S has to walk with crutches now! he hasn't gone to the doctor yet, and hopefully by the weekend end, monday, tomorrow, it will be somewhat better. theyre injuries were minor, the window and lamp can be fixed, so i don't consider this a bad trip. i actually had a really good time and felt good about kicking S so hard (but i wouldnt tell him that, haha)
peace,
Hiss
Damn, last nite was fucked up...
it started out a nice quiet evening chilling at my bud J's place. we were smoking weed occasionally while sitting on the couch. then we decided to play my favorite shooting game, 'perfect dark'.
as we were playing our somewhat crazy friend S stops by with our mostly cool friend L. i'm like 'whats up guys'
with overexcitement in his voice, S says 'ch-check this shit out man' and throws a big bag of shrooms on the table. i smile and say awesome. i throw down 20$ and ask how much i can get for that. he says here and sets aside maybe 2.5 grams. J decided to buy 15$ worth, L pulls out an 8th and says hes going to eat half this. we make plans to chill there tonite and trip.
the bad nite starts when i ask S how many shrooms hes going to eat,since he didnt have a pile set out like the rest of us, just his big bag. he then said 'this many WEEEEEEE' and grabs a big handful, 4 or 5 grams and stuffs them in his mouth. L says 'come on dude spit some out i dont feel like babysitting you tonite' and S says in a garbled voice 'ppfhuck yuuu' with his mouth full. then the rest of us eat our piles, it was about 9pm.
we sit down and watch 'the cell'. my trip starts kicking in in 20 minutes. everyone else comments how they are also feeling it. S says 'oh i'm feeling it alright'.
around 45 minutes into it i'm tripping good, seeing mild visuals, having a decent weird body buzz going. then we smoke a pipe. BAM. a minute later i'm tripping even harder. S says 'oh man this is too intense, i dont like this, too intense, yikes, i don't like it, need to sleep it off' L says 'man no way you're sleeping, just chill on the couch and breathe deep.' he does that.
its probably 90 minutes into our trips when S jumps off the couch and screamed "I AM GOD!" yea, sounds typical but he really believed it. he starts walking slow towards the lamp with his arms out like a zombie. we're like 'oh fuck now what are we going to do'. S yells something like 'i give light and taketh away!' and he starts slapping the lamp really hard, it breaks with a bright flash after 2 seconds of the abuse. J gets up and yells at him 'what the fuck is wrong with you! i'm going to kick your fucking ass!!'
S was possessed. he easily throws J to the ground after he attempts to restrain him. he then loudly and repetetively exclaimed the following phrases 'i am the milkman drink my milk', 'worship the queen', 'smoke if ya got em' and a few others i dont remember. me, L and J just decide to let him go, cause restraining him would cause him to freak out worse we assumed. he wondered through the house and we would follow him. i was still able to enjoy my trip until S threw a book at a window, shattering it, yelling 'window turn to diamond!' as if commanding it to change. then J punches S right in the head and proceeds to give him a few hard cracks in the arms and stomach while S hunches over looking like a crazy wounded animal. 'take that you crazy piece of shit!' then J spits on S, which is not like him to do.
S then screams and grabs J's neck, then on impulse i run over and kick S as hard as I could in the leg, with my adrenaline assisting. S screams again, so loud and horribly, letting go of J's neck. J falls down with his back against the wall, trying to breathe. S looked at me with fear then picked up one of those things you use on a bookshelf to keep the books from falling over. i take a few steps back running into L. well then S takes the metallic book holder and with a scream launches it at me. i dont really know if i dodged it with reflexes or his aim was off, but it whacked L in the upper leg. 'AAHhh' he mumbled and sat down holding his leg.
S tried to walk towards me but his leg was obviously very injured. he looked so crazy and angry, i have gotten flashbacks of that look just writing this. he then limped over to a chair and sat down, not saying a word the rest of the nite, not even answering attempts to communicate with him. i disabled the crazy fucker!
so J, L and me relax and watch a computer animation video.. i forget what its called but its so awesome to watch tripping, perhaps the best thing. S sits in the next room over but we can still see him. L shows me his leg wound.. it was bruised pretty bad. the bruise looked weird in the tripping state of mind, in a negative way. J had big red marks on his neck which started to take a yellowish tint, the beginnings of a bruise.
at around 2am we are mostly down from our trip. S sat down on his chair at around 10:45 and he still hadn't moved. he was staring straight ahead the whole time. we then finally walk over and attempt to communicate.
'hello' i say. he turns his head slowly and looks at me. 'oh. i see it does end afterall' he says with fatigue in his voice. 'my leg...head' he said, lifting up his pantleg. there was a huge black and blue bruise already! it was severe! i really gave him a whack. there was also a reddish yellow mark on the side of his face where J punched him. 'i cant walk. what the fuck happened to me? is everything ok?' he said with rising panic. 'yea you just broke my fucking lamp and window dickhead, and tried to strangle me' J said. 'and whacked me in the leg' L said. S shook his head. 'i have just come back from the world of the dead, witnessed the end of time and space, had an out-of-planet experience... so thats no big deal' we laughed.
i felt pretty happy that i was the only person uninjured. we all got some tea and sat around and played perfect dark until around 7am, when we started to feel like sleep was possible. S has to walk with crutches now! he hasn't gone to the doctor yet, and hopefully by the weekend end, monday, tomorrow, it will be somewhat better. theyre injuries were minor, the window and lamp can be fixed, so i don't consider this a bad trip. i actually had a really good time and felt good about kicking S so hard (but i wouldnt tell him that, haha)
peace,
Hiss
