Well, one night I had just bought an ounce of mushrooms to sell.
Then, an hour later I bought Bacardi 151 to drink, and sort of FORGOT that i had bought the shrooms to sell, and by the next hour i had gone stupid drunk (after taking a soma, 2 vyvance, and drinking 151) and fucktarded. At this point, i buy an Arizona Green Tea, pour out a quarter of it and replace that with 151, then put in 4 mushrooms caps and two stalks and shake it really hard. I proceed to drink that, and then began eating the mushrooms like potato chips. I later found out that only about an eighth remained of the entire ounce. So, i WAS driving around with my friend, fucked up, but then he says, oh yeah and i have to go to work; want me to just drop you at your house?
so im starting to trip at this point and im like... uhmm... uh... wait... repeat that...
eventaully, he drops me at my house and as im walking up the hill to get into my house, i feel like a hermit crab climbing a large hill. then i finally get to my door and think... wait... shit... this doesnt look like my house at all, so i sit and politic for who-knows-how-long about whether or not to open the door. Keep in mind I also am walking around, not realizing it though, with a BAG of an eighth of mushrooms blatantly in the open in my hand. So, finally, i take the chance and walk into my house and go into my room. I sit on my bed and start to trip. Then, i felt as if i were molded to my mattress and couldnt concieve the thought of getting up. so i reach to my dvd player with an mp3 cd in it and turn it on.
What do you know, it turns on to Velvet Acid Christ.
Not what i needed at that time.
AT ALL.
So, i began to hear voices extremely slowed down in my head, just saying the most fucked up things, and i think that i experienced what the mind of a severely schizophrenic individual feels like (not fun, by the way), and then, i remember sitting on the floor of my room, door open, and my mothers room is DIRECTLY in front of mine so that she can open her door and she'd be able to see me. So, Im on the floor, literally attempting to swim through the air.
What do you know, my mother comes out.
There is an eighth of mushrooms sitting on my table in my room and i am on the floor growling at the walls whilst doing butterflies in the air. So, she calls 911, police come to my house along with ambo's, and i wake up in the hospital thinking im on a television show.
Surprisingly, they let me leave the hospital that night, last time an ordeal like that happened i was admitted to an inpatient rehabilitation treatment that lasted ~7 days.
Hope you enjoyed my recollection of a horrifyingly bad day.
And don't eat shrooms like potato chips, measure the dose. I learned the hard way ;_;