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Mushrooms & LSD -- 6th & 2nd times -- A Drug Destiny Day and the Tryptamine Tag Team
A Drug Destiny Day
I had a ticket to see Bob Dylan only a few miles away from my house. However, thanks to a recent breakup with my girlfriend of almost 3 years and other forces of chaos in my life, I decided to sell my ticket at the show instead. The other reason is because I'm broke and barely have enough cash to bring my car back to school this coming semester. So I walked around the parking lot. There were lots of people willing to pay face value for the ticket, but I was holding out for a special offer. I knew there must be somebody who *really* wanted this ticket.
Then I found my man. He was riding a beat up bike with no brakes, which he said he found at the Phish "IT" festival (which I also went to). I asked him what he wanted to pay for a ticket, he said "I'm family man, how about face value?" I asked him if he had anything he could trade as well, and he said he had doses, shrooms, and E. So we went for a walk back to his car where he gave me face value on the ticket plus an 8th of mushrooms and 3 hits of tie dye blotter. I must have been drooling when I saw how much acid and E he had... he had 10,000 doses on him easy. But I was so happy to have my mushies and doses that I didn't even think to buy more acid. Or maybe it was because I got ripped off on $80 worth of fake acid not too long ago.
So, with my goodies in pocket, I started walking back home since I didn't have my car with me. About 1/4 of the way home I was starting to get some blisters on my feet from my beat up Birkenstocks so I took a side road and went to my friend's house which was much closer. On the way there I noticed a large branchy cactus right next to the road in a large pot (a strange occurance in a northern climate). I immediately recognized it as a San Pedro cactus, good for about 12-15 doses of mescaline, so I made a mental note and hoped it would still be there later.
The Tryptamine Tag Team
Now, when I come across things like mushrooms or acid, I'm not really able to exercise much self-restraint when it comes to eating them right away. So I ground up my shrooms and stuffed them into "00" sized gel caps and went over to, well, let's call him "Chico Guaverez" house and met my friend JB and my ex-girl Psilosara there. Chico wasn't home yet, but myself and Psilosara split the shrooms. 2 grams for me, 1.5 grams for her. Even though we had broken up only a few days earlier, I'm pretty sure we'll always be great friends, and we have always enjoyed tripping together on occasion.
About 15 minutes later I could recognize the tryptamine tingle starting to build. In another 15 minutes Chico got home and he found us smoking a bowl in the back by his pool. I was starting to feel a little nauseous, and I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since my lunch break at work that day. So we went inside and made some popcorn chicken in the deep frying machine. Probably only about 45 minutes after eating the mushrooms I was watching the flower patterns on Chico's floor swirl and grow. I wondered how hard I would trip from 2 grams if I was already having moderate visuals. My balance was messed up, and I walked into a couple counter-tops. Once the popcorn chicken was done I knew it was time to go sit down, eat my chicken, and let the trip settle in properly. Once seated I was seeing light patterns forming on the walls, and objects were breathing and swerving all over the room. Normally I would be having a blast, but my stomach still wasn't loving the mushrooms. I zoned out a few times, staring at things and thinking about who-knows-what.
After the chicken was done my stomach was feeling better and Chico, JB, and Psilosara wanted to go for a swim. I elected to chill poolside and watch the trees instead, since the light inside the pool was casting huge light-shadows that were rippling across a fair chunk of the woods next to Chico's house. Occasionally I would zone out, occasionally I would converse with the people in the pool, and occasionally I would get up and walk around. One time, while walking around the edge of the pool, I stopped because I saw a little tiger blocking the path in front of me. I called JB over and asked him what it was, and he thought it was a plant (which it was). But I still saw a little tiger looking at me. Its intentions were unclear so I walked all the way around the other side of the pool to pass. We were out in and by the pool for a while, and I enjoyed watching the night sky with a nice tryptamine buzz.
Eventually we went in to the porch and got really baked. Once in a while I would feel so baked and forget that I had eaten shrooms. Then the shrooms would intensify visually and buzz-wise in a manner that reminded me that I was certainly tripping. It seemed as if I could will myself to feel mostly the herb, or the shrooms, or whatever synergy between them. It was interesting. I spent a good deal of time "communicating" inside my head with a section of the porch ceiling.
At some point my friend AJ came over, and brought Z and some kid I never met before with him. This part of the trip was kind of weird because the other kid was really entertaining to watch, but I'm pretty sure he didn't know what to make of me and Psilosara sitting there tripping. By the time they left it was somehow about 1am, 5 hours after having eaten the mushrooms. I tell Chico and JB about the cactus I saw and they decide to go grab the whole thing right then and there. I thought it was a fun idea at the time, but of course I know stealing cacti is not cool. Anyway I stayed at home, laid back and meditated while they went and did that, which was one of the most enjoyable parts of my trip.
They came back with the most beautiful cactus I've ever seen. We decided to cut about 2/3 of the branches for mescaline, and to save the tips to re-plant and save 4 of the main branches, which myself and Chico would split for ornamental purposes and possible future use. We also decided to give back a couple tips where it came from, so whoever owned the cactus wouldn't be at a total loss. So I spent the comedown of my shroom trip telling these guys how to properly prepare the cactus for Pedro syrup. Personally I would have preferred to cut a couple of the branches and leave most of the cactus, since I cared more about the cactus than the mescaline (having done mescaline before and not enjoyed much of the trip). But its hard to tell college kids come home for the summer what to do and what not to do.
---> The Next Night <---
So we still had that acid. After driving Chico to the airport, I came back and found JB and Psilosara hanging out in his house. JB really wanted to eat my acid (and not pay me for it)... Psilosara offered me $10 for a hit but didn't expect me to give it up. Well anyway I decided to split the 3 doses 3 ways, since we were all hanging out and it was only fair. At about 6pm we each ate our doses and watched the end of the movie KIDS. About an hour and a half later there still wasn't much to report acid-wise so we went out to the pool for a swim. Tonight I decided I would take a swim, since it was warmer out than last night. Immediately the ripples of the pool water caught my eye, as they looked extra-dimensional and geometric-looking. Cool, but I still didn't really feel high from the acid (but I felt the bowl we had smoked a few minutes ago).
So after a bit of swimming we all agreed we were tripping, but not very hard at all. I guess that was about as much as we could expect from 1 hit of blotter. But then I remembered that the last blotter I took didn't peak until 2 hours after I took it. The moment I realized that I felt a bit trippier.
I have no idea what we did after that but it couldn't have been too interesting. I suggested we go upstairs and listen to music. We played Sound Tribe Sector 9, live from Berkfest 2002. Music euphoria was pronounced, so I sat back, closed my eyes, and became one with the music. I had never heard Sound Tribe Sector 9 before, and I thought it was the greatest, most original thing ever. I am a guitar player, so I studied every note and got deep into their technique. Then I saw my "spirit" jump out of my body in front of me and bust some sick dance moves that I could never do in real life. But at the time it seemed like it would be easy to do them. During this time I was pretty high from the acid and in a real nice groove.
But JB was getting really restless. He didn't seem to be tripping very hard, so I suggested he chill out and meditate on the trip to bring it out. Instead he just wanted to always be "doing something" and trying to drag me along into his plans. Finally I said "I'm going to spend my trip how I want to", and laid down on the couch for a while listening to the music. At this time I was also seeing some light patterns on the walls, and some light visuals, but not as strong as the shrooms from the night before. However, my thoughts were more "sophisticated" and less scattered than they were on the shrooms. My insights seemed to be more connected to here and now, rather than the mushrooms' timeless revelations which seem to be connected to something ancient and alien.
JB and Psilosara went downstairs to do something, and I was glad to have them leave. I told myself that my next acid trip will be by myself, so I can enjoy the quality of my own thoughts without constant distraction.
Once the peak was over there wasn't much to speak of besides a general "trippy" feeling. I guess the one hit I took was only significant enough to provide a cool psychedelic time for about 4 hours. Over time I smoked a few more bowls and became more baked and less trippin'. Soon enough JB and Psilosara left, and I was going to crash at Chico's house. Falling asleep wasn't very hard, even though lots of thoughts and images were racing through my head, I was very tired and worn out from 2 days of tripping and general craziness.
Until... I wake up on Chico's couch to see 4 people I have never seen before standing above my head. They're all about my age and giggling like little school girls. Since I was just woken up from a deep sleep I must have looked so confused. I didn't even ask them who they were, I just stared at them for a couple minutes while they laughed. Then I stood up and said "fuck this, its time to smoke a bowl". They thought that was halarious and they followed me downstairs. Apparently these dudes were friends of one of Chico's friends. Why they showed up there at 3am, I don't know. So I smoked a bowl, noticed I could still feel the acid a little bit, and went back to bed.
That's it!
A Drug Destiny Day
I had a ticket to see Bob Dylan only a few miles away from my house. However, thanks to a recent breakup with my girlfriend of almost 3 years and other forces of chaos in my life, I decided to sell my ticket at the show instead. The other reason is because I'm broke and barely have enough cash to bring my car back to school this coming semester. So I walked around the parking lot. There were lots of people willing to pay face value for the ticket, but I was holding out for a special offer. I knew there must be somebody who *really* wanted this ticket.
Then I found my man. He was riding a beat up bike with no brakes, which he said he found at the Phish "IT" festival (which I also went to). I asked him what he wanted to pay for a ticket, he said "I'm family man, how about face value?" I asked him if he had anything he could trade as well, and he said he had doses, shrooms, and E. So we went for a walk back to his car where he gave me face value on the ticket plus an 8th of mushrooms and 3 hits of tie dye blotter. I must have been drooling when I saw how much acid and E he had... he had 10,000 doses on him easy. But I was so happy to have my mushies and doses that I didn't even think to buy more acid. Or maybe it was because I got ripped off on $80 worth of fake acid not too long ago.
So, with my goodies in pocket, I started walking back home since I didn't have my car with me. About 1/4 of the way home I was starting to get some blisters on my feet from my beat up Birkenstocks so I took a side road and went to my friend's house which was much closer. On the way there I noticed a large branchy cactus right next to the road in a large pot (a strange occurance in a northern climate). I immediately recognized it as a San Pedro cactus, good for about 12-15 doses of mescaline, so I made a mental note and hoped it would still be there later.
The Tryptamine Tag Team
Now, when I come across things like mushrooms or acid, I'm not really able to exercise much self-restraint when it comes to eating them right away. So I ground up my shrooms and stuffed them into "00" sized gel caps and went over to, well, let's call him "Chico Guaverez" house and met my friend JB and my ex-girl Psilosara there. Chico wasn't home yet, but myself and Psilosara split the shrooms. 2 grams for me, 1.5 grams for her. Even though we had broken up only a few days earlier, I'm pretty sure we'll always be great friends, and we have always enjoyed tripping together on occasion.
About 15 minutes later I could recognize the tryptamine tingle starting to build. In another 15 minutes Chico got home and he found us smoking a bowl in the back by his pool. I was starting to feel a little nauseous, and I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since my lunch break at work that day. So we went inside and made some popcorn chicken in the deep frying machine. Probably only about 45 minutes after eating the mushrooms I was watching the flower patterns on Chico's floor swirl and grow. I wondered how hard I would trip from 2 grams if I was already having moderate visuals. My balance was messed up, and I walked into a couple counter-tops. Once the popcorn chicken was done I knew it was time to go sit down, eat my chicken, and let the trip settle in properly. Once seated I was seeing light patterns forming on the walls, and objects were breathing and swerving all over the room. Normally I would be having a blast, but my stomach still wasn't loving the mushrooms. I zoned out a few times, staring at things and thinking about who-knows-what.
After the chicken was done my stomach was feeling better and Chico, JB, and Psilosara wanted to go for a swim. I elected to chill poolside and watch the trees instead, since the light inside the pool was casting huge light-shadows that were rippling across a fair chunk of the woods next to Chico's house. Occasionally I would zone out, occasionally I would converse with the people in the pool, and occasionally I would get up and walk around. One time, while walking around the edge of the pool, I stopped because I saw a little tiger blocking the path in front of me. I called JB over and asked him what it was, and he thought it was a plant (which it was). But I still saw a little tiger looking at me. Its intentions were unclear so I walked all the way around the other side of the pool to pass. We were out in and by the pool for a while, and I enjoyed watching the night sky with a nice tryptamine buzz.
Eventually we went in to the porch and got really baked. Once in a while I would feel so baked and forget that I had eaten shrooms. Then the shrooms would intensify visually and buzz-wise in a manner that reminded me that I was certainly tripping. It seemed as if I could will myself to feel mostly the herb, or the shrooms, or whatever synergy between them. It was interesting. I spent a good deal of time "communicating" inside my head with a section of the porch ceiling.
At some point my friend AJ came over, and brought Z and some kid I never met before with him. This part of the trip was kind of weird because the other kid was really entertaining to watch, but I'm pretty sure he didn't know what to make of me and Psilosara sitting there tripping. By the time they left it was somehow about 1am, 5 hours after having eaten the mushrooms. I tell Chico and JB about the cactus I saw and they decide to go grab the whole thing right then and there. I thought it was a fun idea at the time, but of course I know stealing cacti is not cool. Anyway I stayed at home, laid back and meditated while they went and did that, which was one of the most enjoyable parts of my trip.
They came back with the most beautiful cactus I've ever seen. We decided to cut about 2/3 of the branches for mescaline, and to save the tips to re-plant and save 4 of the main branches, which myself and Chico would split for ornamental purposes and possible future use. We also decided to give back a couple tips where it came from, so whoever owned the cactus wouldn't be at a total loss. So I spent the comedown of my shroom trip telling these guys how to properly prepare the cactus for Pedro syrup. Personally I would have preferred to cut a couple of the branches and leave most of the cactus, since I cared more about the cactus than the mescaline (having done mescaline before and not enjoyed much of the trip). But its hard to tell college kids come home for the summer what to do and what not to do.
---> The Next Night <---
So we still had that acid. After driving Chico to the airport, I came back and found JB and Psilosara hanging out in his house. JB really wanted to eat my acid (and not pay me for it)... Psilosara offered me $10 for a hit but didn't expect me to give it up. Well anyway I decided to split the 3 doses 3 ways, since we were all hanging out and it was only fair. At about 6pm we each ate our doses and watched the end of the movie KIDS. About an hour and a half later there still wasn't much to report acid-wise so we went out to the pool for a swim. Tonight I decided I would take a swim, since it was warmer out than last night. Immediately the ripples of the pool water caught my eye, as they looked extra-dimensional and geometric-looking. Cool, but I still didn't really feel high from the acid (but I felt the bowl we had smoked a few minutes ago).
So after a bit of swimming we all agreed we were tripping, but not very hard at all. I guess that was about as much as we could expect from 1 hit of blotter. But then I remembered that the last blotter I took didn't peak until 2 hours after I took it. The moment I realized that I felt a bit trippier.
I have no idea what we did after that but it couldn't have been too interesting. I suggested we go upstairs and listen to music. We played Sound Tribe Sector 9, live from Berkfest 2002. Music euphoria was pronounced, so I sat back, closed my eyes, and became one with the music. I had never heard Sound Tribe Sector 9 before, and I thought it was the greatest, most original thing ever. I am a guitar player, so I studied every note and got deep into their technique. Then I saw my "spirit" jump out of my body in front of me and bust some sick dance moves that I could never do in real life. But at the time it seemed like it would be easy to do them. During this time I was pretty high from the acid and in a real nice groove.
But JB was getting really restless. He didn't seem to be tripping very hard, so I suggested he chill out and meditate on the trip to bring it out. Instead he just wanted to always be "doing something" and trying to drag me along into his plans. Finally I said "I'm going to spend my trip how I want to", and laid down on the couch for a while listening to the music. At this time I was also seeing some light patterns on the walls, and some light visuals, but not as strong as the shrooms from the night before. However, my thoughts were more "sophisticated" and less scattered than they were on the shrooms. My insights seemed to be more connected to here and now, rather than the mushrooms' timeless revelations which seem to be connected to something ancient and alien.
JB and Psilosara went downstairs to do something, and I was glad to have them leave. I told myself that my next acid trip will be by myself, so I can enjoy the quality of my own thoughts without constant distraction.
Once the peak was over there wasn't much to speak of besides a general "trippy" feeling. I guess the one hit I took was only significant enough to provide a cool psychedelic time for about 4 hours. Over time I smoked a few more bowls and became more baked and less trippin'. Soon enough JB and Psilosara left, and I was going to crash at Chico's house. Falling asleep wasn't very hard, even though lots of thoughts and images were racing through my head, I was very tired and worn out from 2 days of tripping and general craziness.
Until... I wake up on Chico's couch to see 4 people I have never seen before standing above my head. They're all about my age and giggling like little school girls. Since I was just woken up from a deep sleep I must have looked so confused. I didn't even ask them who they were, I just stared at them for a couple minutes while they laughed. Then I stood up and said "fuck this, its time to smoke a bowl". They thought that was halarious and they followed me downstairs. Apparently these dudes were friends of one of Chico's friends. Why they showed up there at 3am, I don't know. So I smoked a bowl, noticed I could still feel the acid a little bit, and went back to bed.
That's it!
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
It didn't seem to faze you though, so..
