Vladicus
Bluelighter
I have not done mushrooms since July. I decided to give the brain a rest after a series of rather difficult (not too unpleasant, except one) experiences.
I have done the mushroom four or five times before, and I think this trip has made me cosiderably more comfortable with the substance.
Anyway, I had been planning to trip in one way or another for about 3 weeks.
At around 2, a friend of mine suggests eating mushrooms and seeing the Corpse Bride. I agree.
There are 5 of us, A, F, S, J, and V. We meet at A's place at 7:30 and make final arrangements and plans. J needs to be picked up from somewhere downtown, we need to pick up a few cases of beer, withdraw cash, and finally buy the mushrooms.
I am driving at this point (sober). 9:20ish, we are supplied and at the dealer's house. A is rolling a massive joint thing somewhere out back we buy mushrooms and get the dealer to make 5 2-gram portions.
We stop by a convenience store, A and me buy orange juice and energy drinks.
There was a mild pseudo-catastrophe, where A thought he left the FIVE FUCKING GRAM joint at the dealer's house. The movie is at 9:50, it is 9:35, no one is sure what to do. Confusion ensues, he eventually finds it.
We get to the bus station, leave the car in the parking lot, and get on our bus, which luckily was right there. Sitting at the back, I consume my mushrooms while swilling the OJ, other people ate half of their 2-gram dose.. I think. Except for F, I think she was with me here.
We get off the bus near the movie theatre, smoke half or so of that joint thing on the way there. Put it out near the doors, and go on in. Tickets were purchased with confusion and awkwardness, mostly because S had some kind of fucked up coupon.
Finally we are in the theatre, we sit near the front because the movie is started and there are people. Naturally, awkwardness is to be avoided.
The movie was a trip of intense proportions, all the dancing skeletons and shit, wild. I had seen it before but it was still an excellent time.
Me and A decide to visit the consession stand and washroom, which was FUCKED because we were both off our faces and I had forgot my ticket. Some creepy shit with a beard told me he would remember me and let me back in, so OK. We bought popcorn and sprite, while discussing if the cashier looked 12 years old or not. She may have been a little unnerved.
We stumbled back eventually, laughing hysterically for some reason on our way in. We composed ourselves by the time we got to our seats.
The movie ended eventually, and we sat around being confused. I was in some strange state beyond the comprehension of the rest of the group, so I sat there staring at credits being 3D. We got up and left.
We stumbled in a confused mass of legs and intoxicants out the main doors. Plans were made to smoke the rest of that joint. S sparks that shit up in the fucking parking lot, with MASSIVE light posts and shit everywhere. I decided that it would be wise to go somewhere else, like that thing that looks like a picnic table in the distance.
There are confused conversations and random cursing at fire and nature. We are at a picnic table, so the urge to break out the vodka overcomes me. I spike the 7up and some leftover orange juice.
We start to walk in the general direction of suburbia, because for some reason we do not want to take the bus (which I refferd to as, "the red shit" over the course of the night). We come across strange multicoloured arcing structures and investigate. It is some sort of sprinkler thing for children. I run the fuck away because I assume it will attack me. The rest of the group follows.
I think it is around midnight at this point.
We are in a park, with a playground and swings and weird tables and shit. We wandered and played in this area for probably an hour or so. At one point I broke out the headphones and the Mars Volta, detatching myself from reality. This was the second time I have gotten CEV from mushrooms, it seems the trick is to just let go, which I usually find rather hard to do.
The collective conciousness decides it is cold, and we start making plans to get to the bus. Apparently I was the only one with any sense of direction, because after listening to the group debate for a while I advised to walk in the direction opposite to how we approaches the multicoloured arc construct. This seems reasonable to all.
However, I may have shot my credibility shortly after that because I leaped up from my seat at this random table while spinning around and laughing hysterically. I am not sure as to what caused this little outburst.
I think at some point I made a sand angel. Good times.
We trek back to the bus station.
Finally we are in warmth. We are confused as fuck, since I don't know the buses in this area. A eventually gets his shit together, but not before we are confronted by WIGGERS!
FUCKING WIGGERS!
That ugly shit!
FUCK! I HATE WIGGERS.
Anyhow.
There were 3 of them. They all look retarded and slanty, with weird teeth. This short one wearing white talks to us, all the while his eyes are like o_0 ()_0 0_x and so forth. I was as confused as you are. Asks to buy beer. I am confused. We do not sell beer. A starts talking to it, makes random references about mushrooms. It eventually leaves, probably because we are incoherent and it is ugly.
We walk up the stairs and GOD FUCKING DAMN. I have not seen shit that weird ever. My vision kept changing to black and white, to other weird overall hue changes, back to black and white. I though other people on the stairs were zombies. I would hear moans of the damned and whatnot.
We wait around while I fumble with my bus tickets. After about 5 minutes of intricate folding and twirling, I try to seperate the 2 tickets that I need from the rest of them. I yell FUCK and rip it at a weird angle. Everyone starts laughing hysterically, and I let S handle the bus tickets.
I am completely FUCKED at this point, as you can see. I am wearing aviators. Apparently I clubbed a bunch of people on the bus with my backpack while dashing for a handicapped seat. And I think I was making weird noises and giggling randomly because I kept hearing myself emit this strange little HA sound at strange times.
There was a black guy sitting across from me. I could not look at his eyes because they were doing weird shit.
Anyway. Now comes the good part.
I am sitting there, tripping the fuck out and being fucked. I eventually decide it would be a good idea to stop looking at the world zooming past and get a bearing on my surroundings. I look around, and am totally fucking lost. I look for the rest of the group, all I see is J. This is the first time I met J. He is cool, but a little strange. And.. Haitian. Haha.
Anyway. I concentrate utterly on my surroundings, realize I am downtown. Realize the rest of the group is where they should be.
I mutter curse words, look at J.
"Those fuckers. They left us."
He just stares at me with wild, confused eyes.
I get up, as does he, and we get off.
As we get off the bus, it is like we can breathe again. We had a thing on the bus where no-one spoke. So we discussed what happened, where we were, and what the plan was. I knew where we were and I knew we could get to A's house with a pleasant but lengthy walk down the canal. I pick the side of the canal least populated and lit, and we start walking.
We had many strange conversations, most of which consisted of J coming up with random theories and me swearing at random times.
At one point there were people on the other side of the canal, yelling. I though they were ripping apart and consuming a goat, so I decided to run the fuck away. J followed.
We got to A's house after walking for fuck knows how long. We make plans to throw rocks at his window. We can't find rocks, so J decides to bus home. I decide to walk with him to the bus stop, because what the fuck else is there to do? Haha. Another 20 or so minute walk, and we are a few blocks away from the bus station. We see people on the road, J thinks it might be our missing group. I scream obscenities, the people get into random cars. I run off and hide in a park.
Back on the road, we see another group of people. They are waving. Could it be?
It is. Sweet victory. J parts ways here, buses home. Me, S, F, and A start walking back to A's house, because driving is still more or less out.
We get there, and we just relax after a brutal night. Some beer and vodka was consumed, we smoked a few joints and bowls and such.
A very nice conclusion.
By 5:30ish, me and S decide it is time to go. A rolls us a joint for the walk.
We are hungry as fuck, so we stop by a 24 hour diner. Pancakes and poutine are happily consumed. 6:30, S is dropped at his house with his beer. I am home by 7, the sun is on the rise.
I read Hell's Angels for a while, put on some Mars Volta and sleep til noon.
It was an excellent night. There are so many other weird and hilarious things that happened that I just can't seem to put to words. Wicked.
Addendum:
S is one of the coolest random people I have met. He is a cross between a wigger and some form of animal. It is wicked and hilarious.
I have done the mushroom four or five times before, and I think this trip has made me cosiderably more comfortable with the substance.
Anyway, I had been planning to trip in one way or another for about 3 weeks.
At around 2, a friend of mine suggests eating mushrooms and seeing the Corpse Bride. I agree.
There are 5 of us, A, F, S, J, and V. We meet at A's place at 7:30 and make final arrangements and plans. J needs to be picked up from somewhere downtown, we need to pick up a few cases of beer, withdraw cash, and finally buy the mushrooms.
I am driving at this point (sober). 9:20ish, we are supplied and at the dealer's house. A is rolling a massive joint thing somewhere out back we buy mushrooms and get the dealer to make 5 2-gram portions.
We stop by a convenience store, A and me buy orange juice and energy drinks.
There was a mild pseudo-catastrophe, where A thought he left the FIVE FUCKING GRAM joint at the dealer's house. The movie is at 9:50, it is 9:35, no one is sure what to do. Confusion ensues, he eventually finds it.
We get to the bus station, leave the car in the parking lot, and get on our bus, which luckily was right there. Sitting at the back, I consume my mushrooms while swilling the OJ, other people ate half of their 2-gram dose.. I think. Except for F, I think she was with me here.
We get off the bus near the movie theatre, smoke half or so of that joint thing on the way there. Put it out near the doors, and go on in. Tickets were purchased with confusion and awkwardness, mostly because S had some kind of fucked up coupon.
Finally we are in the theatre, we sit near the front because the movie is started and there are people. Naturally, awkwardness is to be avoided.
The movie was a trip of intense proportions, all the dancing skeletons and shit, wild. I had seen it before but it was still an excellent time.
Me and A decide to visit the consession stand and washroom, which was FUCKED because we were both off our faces and I had forgot my ticket. Some creepy shit with a beard told me he would remember me and let me back in, so OK. We bought popcorn and sprite, while discussing if the cashier looked 12 years old or not. She may have been a little unnerved.
We stumbled back eventually, laughing hysterically for some reason on our way in. We composed ourselves by the time we got to our seats.
The movie ended eventually, and we sat around being confused. I was in some strange state beyond the comprehension of the rest of the group, so I sat there staring at credits being 3D. We got up and left.
We stumbled in a confused mass of legs and intoxicants out the main doors. Plans were made to smoke the rest of that joint. S sparks that shit up in the fucking parking lot, with MASSIVE light posts and shit everywhere. I decided that it would be wise to go somewhere else, like that thing that looks like a picnic table in the distance.
There are confused conversations and random cursing at fire and nature. We are at a picnic table, so the urge to break out the vodka overcomes me. I spike the 7up and some leftover orange juice.
We start to walk in the general direction of suburbia, because for some reason we do not want to take the bus (which I refferd to as, "the red shit" over the course of the night). We come across strange multicoloured arcing structures and investigate. It is some sort of sprinkler thing for children. I run the fuck away because I assume it will attack me. The rest of the group follows.
I think it is around midnight at this point.
We are in a park, with a playground and swings and weird tables and shit. We wandered and played in this area for probably an hour or so. At one point I broke out the headphones and the Mars Volta, detatching myself from reality. This was the second time I have gotten CEV from mushrooms, it seems the trick is to just let go, which I usually find rather hard to do.
The collective conciousness decides it is cold, and we start making plans to get to the bus. Apparently I was the only one with any sense of direction, because after listening to the group debate for a while I advised to walk in the direction opposite to how we approaches the multicoloured arc construct. This seems reasonable to all.
However, I may have shot my credibility shortly after that because I leaped up from my seat at this random table while spinning around and laughing hysterically. I am not sure as to what caused this little outburst.
I think at some point I made a sand angel. Good times.
We trek back to the bus station.
Finally we are in warmth. We are confused as fuck, since I don't know the buses in this area. A eventually gets his shit together, but not before we are confronted by WIGGERS!
FUCKING WIGGERS!
That ugly shit!
FUCK! I HATE WIGGERS.
Anyhow.
There were 3 of them. They all look retarded and slanty, with weird teeth. This short one wearing white talks to us, all the while his eyes are like o_0 ()_0 0_x and so forth. I was as confused as you are. Asks to buy beer. I am confused. We do not sell beer. A starts talking to it, makes random references about mushrooms. It eventually leaves, probably because we are incoherent and it is ugly.
We walk up the stairs and GOD FUCKING DAMN. I have not seen shit that weird ever. My vision kept changing to black and white, to other weird overall hue changes, back to black and white. I though other people on the stairs were zombies. I would hear moans of the damned and whatnot.
We wait around while I fumble with my bus tickets. After about 5 minutes of intricate folding and twirling, I try to seperate the 2 tickets that I need from the rest of them. I yell FUCK and rip it at a weird angle. Everyone starts laughing hysterically, and I let S handle the bus tickets.
I am completely FUCKED at this point, as you can see. I am wearing aviators. Apparently I clubbed a bunch of people on the bus with my backpack while dashing for a handicapped seat. And I think I was making weird noises and giggling randomly because I kept hearing myself emit this strange little HA sound at strange times.
There was a black guy sitting across from me. I could not look at his eyes because they were doing weird shit.
Anyway. Now comes the good part.
I am sitting there, tripping the fuck out and being fucked. I eventually decide it would be a good idea to stop looking at the world zooming past and get a bearing on my surroundings. I look around, and am totally fucking lost. I look for the rest of the group, all I see is J. This is the first time I met J. He is cool, but a little strange. And.. Haitian. Haha.
Anyway. I concentrate utterly on my surroundings, realize I am downtown. Realize the rest of the group is where they should be.
I mutter curse words, look at J.
"Those fuckers. They left us."
He just stares at me with wild, confused eyes.
I get up, as does he, and we get off.
As we get off the bus, it is like we can breathe again. We had a thing on the bus where no-one spoke. So we discussed what happened, where we were, and what the plan was. I knew where we were and I knew we could get to A's house with a pleasant but lengthy walk down the canal. I pick the side of the canal least populated and lit, and we start walking.
We had many strange conversations, most of which consisted of J coming up with random theories and me swearing at random times.
At one point there were people on the other side of the canal, yelling. I though they were ripping apart and consuming a goat, so I decided to run the fuck away. J followed.
We got to A's house after walking for fuck knows how long. We make plans to throw rocks at his window. We can't find rocks, so J decides to bus home. I decide to walk with him to the bus stop, because what the fuck else is there to do? Haha. Another 20 or so minute walk, and we are a few blocks away from the bus station. We see people on the road, J thinks it might be our missing group. I scream obscenities, the people get into random cars. I run off and hide in a park.
Back on the road, we see another group of people. They are waving. Could it be?
It is. Sweet victory. J parts ways here, buses home. Me, S, F, and A start walking back to A's house, because driving is still more or less out.
We get there, and we just relax after a brutal night. Some beer and vodka was consumed, we smoked a few joints and bowls and such.
A very nice conclusion.
By 5:30ish, me and S decide it is time to go. A rolls us a joint for the walk.
We are hungry as fuck, so we stop by a 24 hour diner. Pancakes and poutine are happily consumed. 6:30, S is dropped at his house with his beer. I am home by 7, the sun is on the rise.
I read Hell's Angels for a while, put on some Mars Volta and sleep til noon.
It was an excellent night. There are so many other weird and hilarious things that happened that I just can't seem to put to words. Wicked.
Addendum:
S is one of the coolest random people I have met. He is a cross between a wigger and some form of animal. It is wicked and hilarious.
