mofo_maximus
Bluelighter
Everyone in this story is 22-24 years old
9:45: My best friend K and I score 2 grams of ‘‘fucking good’’ shrooms from a friend of K’s gf. K is the grandfather of the ‘e’ scene in our suburban town, he was the first, and everyone got into to it through him. He’s tipped on shrooms a couple of times before, in any case, he’s no stranger to drugs. I have munched the shrooms about 4 times previously, so I was pretty sure I could handle it. I’m quite the pothead, smoking between 1-3 times a day.
10:15: We leave K’s place and drive over our buddy, S’s, place. I decide that his place is ideal for tripping out because there’s always a relaxed vibe there, however, he lives with his parents so we can’t exactly smoke weed around the place. We decide to go the park K and I grew up. S doesn’t do shrooms, only weed, and he only started smoking recently.
10:40: I feel queasy, deathly queasy, incredibly nauseous. S is smoking some weed through my pipe. Weed always helps me when I’m feeling nauseous, so I decide to take a hit. It helps for a bit. We get back in the car to get back to S’s house. The ride sucks. The queasiness came back, it almost felt like an extended version of an ‘e’ come-up.
11:00: I’m laying in S’s basement, I’m on a beanbag chair wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket. K drives over to see a friend for a few minutes. The basement setting is a comfortable and familiar setting for me. We listen to tunes, some of S’s music, (he’s a musical genius).
11:11: (stick time) I’m still laying in the beanbag chair and I notice that the bookshelf in front of me begins breathing at the same rate I’m breathing. I’ve heard about this happening before, but I have never seen it. I’m pretty amazed and somewhat excited that I’m about to hallucinate. At the same time I begin seeing things, K calls my cell from his, he said he was just around the corner driving here and it started to snow. He said driving through the snow looked like a starship going at hyperspace, suggesting that he was starting to see shit at the same time as I did.
11:30-12:15: I’m having a full-blown trip. The little speckles on the ceiling sway back and fourth. A spotlight on the ceiling (which is not on) looks like an eye, with the eyeball looking around the room. I don’t say anything at this point. I just laugh occasionally at the bookshelf or the eye. K is playing with a dart, and says to me, “dude, I want to throw this at your head, I don’t know why, I just feel like it.” I know he’s not serious, but I get very freaked out, because he’s on shrooms too. I ask him as calmly as I can to put the dart away and he tries to, but picks it back up and keeps playing with it. The hallucinations start to dissipate by this time, so I suggest we go for a drive through in the snow and smoke a joint
12:30: We make stops at Tim Horton’s for coffees and I begin to roll a joint. S is driving because he’s only done weed tonight. I’m in the back trying to roll. I pull the dope kit out from under the seat and overwhelmed by the task of rolling a joint. I just stare at the kit. K and S are having conversation, and I am freaking out because the idea of rolling this joint seems like such big job. I tell my boys that I can’t roll and I put the kit away. They seem indifferent. I try to get in on the conversation, but it feels like they’ve been talking about something for years and I can’t get on the wavelength. I say fuck it and try and roll the joint.
12:45: The j finally gets rolled and we begin to smoke. I only had a hit earlier in the evening and I am looking forward to the weed to calm me down. In mid-session K decides that he wants to drive, and since is his car no one can really stop him. He’s been pretty chill all night, I don’t think he saw any spectacular visuals, but he was in a great mood all night as opposed to my paranoia and queasiness.
12:50: I’m floored. I can’t talk, I can’t move. I have that stupid perm-a-grin that first year potheads get. But the situation takes a turn for the worst. S, for some reason is feeling sick after smoking the weed. We get back to his house and as soon as he gets out he pukes all over the lawn in front of his house. At this point I’m thinking, “okay, have be normal for a second to deal with this and then I can go back into my floored paranoia.” I try but I can barely speak. All I can say while S pukes is ‘wow’.
1:00: We’re back at S’s place; he’s in the bathroom recovering from the puke episode and K is outside parking the car. For the first time in the night I’m alone. I thought about how the number one rule is to never do shrooms alone, but surely its okay if I’m alone for a few minutes. No. Not the case. I start thinking about the worst possible things. I try to stop, I even tell myself aloud to ‘chill the fuck out’, but all these bad thoughts keep coming back to me. I totally forget about S and K. I’m having an introspective nightmare. I’m paranoid about every bad thing I’ve ever done and I’m afraid the whole world is going to crash down on me. I joke to myself, saying what are the chances the apocalypse would happen the same night that I do shrooms? But it doesn’t help. K eventually comes in (although it felt like hours, I’m sure he was only gone for a few minutes)…I go on S’s computer to find some tunes to play to help chill me out. I don’t want to tell K how I’m feeling because I getting the feeling that talking about it would only make matters worse. I search through his entire music collection for something, but I can’t find anything. I had no idea how long I was looking for, but K eventually suggests we check up on S in case he’s gone to bed, thus making our presence there irrelevant. I get to the living room to find S crashed on the couch, so we leave. K wants to drive around some more, and since I don’t want to be alone, nor do I want to be anywhere with people, I have no choice but to drive with him, trying to make the best of this paranoia.
1:30: We’ve been driving around, and the paranoia has subsided a little bit. I’m still not having a good time, but it’s not as bad as at S’s place. K keeps talking, but I can only pay attention to like the first word or two he says before my mind goes off wandering.
2:30: We’re still driving around, but now I don’t feel at all high, so I get in my car and go home. I watch TV for about an hour and go to bed. Sleep did not come to difficulty, and I awoke about 10 hours later.
[Edited title to show experience -Splatt]
[ 15 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]
9:45: My best friend K and I score 2 grams of ‘‘fucking good’’ shrooms from a friend of K’s gf. K is the grandfather of the ‘e’ scene in our suburban town, he was the first, and everyone got into to it through him. He’s tipped on shrooms a couple of times before, in any case, he’s no stranger to drugs. I have munched the shrooms about 4 times previously, so I was pretty sure I could handle it. I’m quite the pothead, smoking between 1-3 times a day.
10:15: We leave K’s place and drive over our buddy, S’s, place. I decide that his place is ideal for tripping out because there’s always a relaxed vibe there, however, he lives with his parents so we can’t exactly smoke weed around the place. We decide to go the park K and I grew up. S doesn’t do shrooms, only weed, and he only started smoking recently.
10:40: I feel queasy, deathly queasy, incredibly nauseous. S is smoking some weed through my pipe. Weed always helps me when I’m feeling nauseous, so I decide to take a hit. It helps for a bit. We get back in the car to get back to S’s house. The ride sucks. The queasiness came back, it almost felt like an extended version of an ‘e’ come-up.
11:00: I’m laying in S’s basement, I’m on a beanbag chair wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket. K drives over to see a friend for a few minutes. The basement setting is a comfortable and familiar setting for me. We listen to tunes, some of S’s music, (he’s a musical genius).
11:11: (stick time) I’m still laying in the beanbag chair and I notice that the bookshelf in front of me begins breathing at the same rate I’m breathing. I’ve heard about this happening before, but I have never seen it. I’m pretty amazed and somewhat excited that I’m about to hallucinate. At the same time I begin seeing things, K calls my cell from his, he said he was just around the corner driving here and it started to snow. He said driving through the snow looked like a starship going at hyperspace, suggesting that he was starting to see shit at the same time as I did.
11:30-12:15: I’m having a full-blown trip. The little speckles on the ceiling sway back and fourth. A spotlight on the ceiling (which is not on) looks like an eye, with the eyeball looking around the room. I don’t say anything at this point. I just laugh occasionally at the bookshelf or the eye. K is playing with a dart, and says to me, “dude, I want to throw this at your head, I don’t know why, I just feel like it.” I know he’s not serious, but I get very freaked out, because he’s on shrooms too. I ask him as calmly as I can to put the dart away and he tries to, but picks it back up and keeps playing with it. The hallucinations start to dissipate by this time, so I suggest we go for a drive through in the snow and smoke a joint
12:30: We make stops at Tim Horton’s for coffees and I begin to roll a joint. S is driving because he’s only done weed tonight. I’m in the back trying to roll. I pull the dope kit out from under the seat and overwhelmed by the task of rolling a joint. I just stare at the kit. K and S are having conversation, and I am freaking out because the idea of rolling this joint seems like such big job. I tell my boys that I can’t roll and I put the kit away. They seem indifferent. I try to get in on the conversation, but it feels like they’ve been talking about something for years and I can’t get on the wavelength. I say fuck it and try and roll the joint.
12:45: The j finally gets rolled and we begin to smoke. I only had a hit earlier in the evening and I am looking forward to the weed to calm me down. In mid-session K decides that he wants to drive, and since is his car no one can really stop him. He’s been pretty chill all night, I don’t think he saw any spectacular visuals, but he was in a great mood all night as opposed to my paranoia and queasiness.
12:50: I’m floored. I can’t talk, I can’t move. I have that stupid perm-a-grin that first year potheads get. But the situation takes a turn for the worst. S, for some reason is feeling sick after smoking the weed. We get back to his house and as soon as he gets out he pukes all over the lawn in front of his house. At this point I’m thinking, “okay, have be normal for a second to deal with this and then I can go back into my floored paranoia.” I try but I can barely speak. All I can say while S pukes is ‘wow’.
1:00: We’re back at S’s place; he’s in the bathroom recovering from the puke episode and K is outside parking the car. For the first time in the night I’m alone. I thought about how the number one rule is to never do shrooms alone, but surely its okay if I’m alone for a few minutes. No. Not the case. I start thinking about the worst possible things. I try to stop, I even tell myself aloud to ‘chill the fuck out’, but all these bad thoughts keep coming back to me. I totally forget about S and K. I’m having an introspective nightmare. I’m paranoid about every bad thing I’ve ever done and I’m afraid the whole world is going to crash down on me. I joke to myself, saying what are the chances the apocalypse would happen the same night that I do shrooms? But it doesn’t help. K eventually comes in (although it felt like hours, I’m sure he was only gone for a few minutes)…I go on S’s computer to find some tunes to play to help chill me out. I don’t want to tell K how I’m feeling because I getting the feeling that talking about it would only make matters worse. I search through his entire music collection for something, but I can’t find anything. I had no idea how long I was looking for, but K eventually suggests we check up on S in case he’s gone to bed, thus making our presence there irrelevant. I get to the living room to find S crashed on the couch, so we leave. K wants to drive around some more, and since I don’t want to be alone, nor do I want to be anywhere with people, I have no choice but to drive with him, trying to make the best of this paranoia.
1:30: We’ve been driving around, and the paranoia has subsided a little bit. I’m still not having a good time, but it’s not as bad as at S’s place. K keeps talking, but I can only pay attention to like the first word or two he says before my mind goes off wandering.
2:30: We’re still driving around, but now I don’t feel at all high, so I get in my car and go home. I watch TV for about an hour and go to bed. Sleep did not come to difficulty, and I awoke about 10 hours later.
[Edited title to show experience -Splatt]
[ 15 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]
