Mushrooms - Two 1/8ths + 1/8 - "It's all just one big metaphor... one stupid metaphor
After recently moving and finding myself in a new group of friends, we had all decided we were going to go off into a close bye area and have a small gathering where everyone was going to fry balls. My brother (Being the love able guy he is) gave me and my friends much more then we had paid for and ended up all taking more then most had ever done before in one sitting.
The original group of friends (me and four people) had packed tents, food, water, everything we needed to camp out for the night and our score of mushrooms which we scarfed down post haste after arriving. We then set up camp and started a huge bonfire, once we had begun tripping rather hard, playing with poi, blasting music. Just having a good time really. A car with two of our other friends rolled up, and they wanted to trip with us as well. Some how they convinced me to drive three towns over, and purchase more shrooms from my brother at 1:00 in the morning, In a car that is about to fall apart and the ride there was TERRIFYING. Multiple times we would approach a turn on the high way and I would scream in terror because I thought we were going to hit the railing or the car was going to fall apart... but I digress.
We drive around in circles for a while because I was tripping so hard I couldn't remember where my brother lived, including pulling into a police station parking lot, and getting told to move by an officer. But eventually we get to my brothers and he gives us small chocolates with something like 3 grams or so in them each, my brother had never had these before and I insisted on tasting them - to which he responds by giving me 3 and then tells us about a firework he had gotten at the last rainbow festival he went to. He talks this firework up so much that we we're convinced it would open a gate to heaven. From there we sped back to the campsite and related the same speech my brother had given us about the firework.
Everyone was sold, we HAD to see this firework, but the worry was that we were so close to town and other camp sites that if we shot off such a glorious display we might attract unwanted official attention. Said worry began a two hour argument on how to shoot it off, including one of us sneaking into another persons campsite to shoot it off so they would get in trouble rather then us. Eventually the entire group decided to hike almost 3 miles away to shoot the firework off. After a rather intense hike and finding the perfect ledge to shoot it off... We discovered it was just an oversized roman candle.
We were furious. People we're screaming at each other and saying the night was ruined. I thought my new found friendships wouldn't make it through the night. Two of my friends actually almost physically fought. But as we all pulled them away from each other someone shouted out "GUYS. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?"
None of us really can say what we saw. But it was pure terror, we all bolted towards where our campsite was and just ran, as hard as we could all the way back. Screaming and pulling each other along we made it back to the safety of our cars and the warmth of the fire. Still frying balls we all burst into laughter and exchanged each of our perceptions of it all. Only to realize it really was a picture perfect metaphor. "Friends and the experiences you have with them, are much more important then any material thing."
After recently moving and finding myself in a new group of friends, we had all decided we were going to go off into a close bye area and have a small gathering where everyone was going to fry balls. My brother (Being the love able guy he is) gave me and my friends much more then we had paid for and ended up all taking more then most had ever done before in one sitting.
The original group of friends (me and four people) had packed tents, food, water, everything we needed to camp out for the night and our score of mushrooms which we scarfed down post haste after arriving. We then set up camp and started a huge bonfire, once we had begun tripping rather hard, playing with poi, blasting music. Just having a good time really. A car with two of our other friends rolled up, and they wanted to trip with us as well. Some how they convinced me to drive three towns over, and purchase more shrooms from my brother at 1:00 in the morning, In a car that is about to fall apart and the ride there was TERRIFYING. Multiple times we would approach a turn on the high way and I would scream in terror because I thought we were going to hit the railing or the car was going to fall apart... but I digress.
We drive around in circles for a while because I was tripping so hard I couldn't remember where my brother lived, including pulling into a police station parking lot, and getting told to move by an officer. But eventually we get to my brothers and he gives us small chocolates with something like 3 grams or so in them each, my brother had never had these before and I insisted on tasting them - to which he responds by giving me 3 and then tells us about a firework he had gotten at the last rainbow festival he went to. He talks this firework up so much that we we're convinced it would open a gate to heaven. From there we sped back to the campsite and related the same speech my brother had given us about the firework.
Everyone was sold, we HAD to see this firework, but the worry was that we were so close to town and other camp sites that if we shot off such a glorious display we might attract unwanted official attention. Said worry began a two hour argument on how to shoot it off, including one of us sneaking into another persons campsite to shoot it off so they would get in trouble rather then us. Eventually the entire group decided to hike almost 3 miles away to shoot the firework off. After a rather intense hike and finding the perfect ledge to shoot it off... We discovered it was just an oversized roman candle.
We were furious. People we're screaming at each other and saying the night was ruined. I thought my new found friendships wouldn't make it through the night. Two of my friends actually almost physically fought. But as we all pulled them away from each other someone shouted out "GUYS. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?"
None of us really can say what we saw. But it was pure terror, we all bolted towards where our campsite was and just ran, as hard as we could all the way back. Screaming and pulling each other along we made it back to the safety of our cars and the warmth of the fire. Still frying balls we all burst into laughter and exchanged each of our perceptions of it all. Only to realize it really was a picture perfect metaphor. "Friends and the experiences you have with them, are much more important then any material thing."
