I had just gotten off of work from the pizza joint that I manage and went to go hang out with my friends. I went to C's house to hang out with A. A is inbetween residences since he just got kicked out of the dorms at school due to some timing thing. C was getting ready to fly to a former Russian republic to visit his parents for a couple of weeks and had some leftovers in his room that probably shouldn't have been kept for two more weeks, so he busts out the bag.
We each take about 2g and decide that we need to do something. A was a fungus virgin and really excited about goin on a trip. First, we watched a King Crimson DVD while we were on the upswing and smoked a joint. When the instrumentals were getting crazy-experimental, we began to peak. After that ended, we watched the movie Snatch. I had not seen it before and was intent upon grasping every detail I could while it was on. (Incidentally, there are three dogs that play the part of the one that swallows the toy at the beginning). A was constantly trying to ask me questions and give me updates on how he was doing, how he was feeling, etc. I just wanted him to fuck off and watch the movie. I understand what he was goin through, but for Christ's sake! Anyway, after the movie was over, I decided that we should do things to see the effects.
First, we took a walk. It was only around the block, but it was eventful nonetheless. In this one block, we had two cop cars drive past and a guy stop and ask us for directions. When that happened, I had no idea what he was talking about and directed him to the nearest gas station. Upon returning, we put on Piper at the Gates of Dawn by Pink Floyd and just sort of experienced. Soon after, C returned to the room, we thought he had gone to bed or something, turnd out he was just visiting some of his neighbor friends. While listening to the album, the visual effects started to kick in. The soda cans on the coffee table appeared to be moving in a wave motion, the table itself appeared to be stretching and shrinking, and the whole time, I just felt hot. It was August, after all. I decided that I might feel cooler if I opened my shirt and laid on the wooden floor. I didn't really, but it was a good idea anyway, I just watched the veins and cracks in the ceiling seemingly shift and grow, the usual mild visual sensations, but more profoundly, I looked around the apartment and realized the perfection of everything around me. How the place was messy in the way that a TV room is messy. That the records on the wall could not have been place better or the furniture been more perfectly worn.
It was soon after this that we began watching television again. However it was 2:30 am, and although we were coming down, that IHOP commercial was the sweetest forbidden fruit of all, forbidden only because no one could safely drive at that point. An hour later, A assed out on the couch and I drove home.
The dreams, though not specific, were wonderful.
[Changed title from "Snatch-n-shrooms" to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 19 August 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
We each take about 2g and decide that we need to do something. A was a fungus virgin and really excited about goin on a trip. First, we watched a King Crimson DVD while we were on the upswing and smoked a joint. When the instrumentals were getting crazy-experimental, we began to peak. After that ended, we watched the movie Snatch. I had not seen it before and was intent upon grasping every detail I could while it was on. (Incidentally, there are three dogs that play the part of the one that swallows the toy at the beginning). A was constantly trying to ask me questions and give me updates on how he was doing, how he was feeling, etc. I just wanted him to fuck off and watch the movie. I understand what he was goin through, but for Christ's sake! Anyway, after the movie was over, I decided that we should do things to see the effects.
First, we took a walk. It was only around the block, but it was eventful nonetheless. In this one block, we had two cop cars drive past and a guy stop and ask us for directions. When that happened, I had no idea what he was talking about and directed him to the nearest gas station. Upon returning, we put on Piper at the Gates of Dawn by Pink Floyd and just sort of experienced. Soon after, C returned to the room, we thought he had gone to bed or something, turnd out he was just visiting some of his neighbor friends. While listening to the album, the visual effects started to kick in. The soda cans on the coffee table appeared to be moving in a wave motion, the table itself appeared to be stretching and shrinking, and the whole time, I just felt hot. It was August, after all. I decided that I might feel cooler if I opened my shirt and laid on the wooden floor. I didn't really, but it was a good idea anyway, I just watched the veins and cracks in the ceiling seemingly shift and grow, the usual mild visual sensations, but more profoundly, I looked around the apartment and realized the perfection of everything around me. How the place was messy in the way that a TV room is messy. That the records on the wall could not have been place better or the furniture been more perfectly worn.
It was soon after this that we began watching television again. However it was 2:30 am, and although we were coming down, that IHOP commercial was the sweetest forbidden fruit of all, forbidden only because no one could safely drive at that point. An hour later, A assed out on the couch and I drove home.
The dreams, though not specific, were wonderful.
[Changed title from "Snatch-n-shrooms" to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 19 August 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
