thesecondd

Well, as most of you know by now, my drug of choice is liquor... but that is not my only drug. So I like to experiment (within reason), and just last weekend, I happened to get my hands on something I haven't tried before... shrooms. Never had a hallucinogen before, and I wanted to try it. Not much to set up, we were at a friends house, with my best friend in town, and his wife, along with TheDom.

We threw the shrooms on some pizza to hide the taste (not everyone there was doing them, but I certainly was). Ate a bunch, got asked "Anything yet?", answered "No", took some more, repeat. Lets just say I had waaaaaaaaaaay more than I should have... they say you take a lot to learn your limit.. I took so much I honestly still don't know where my stopping point should have been... but meh.. oh well..

The shit finally kicks in while watching Talladega Nights, and wouldn't you know it... Im having a Bad Trip my first time. Guess you gotta get it out of the way sooner or later. The first 3 hours are missing of that trip... and no one can really fill in the blanks for them, maybe I was just sitting there staring at the wall.. I don't know. People say its hard to explain what happens on shrooms, you just have to try it, and now I see why. I wasn't seeing shit like "Theres A Talking Taco In The Corner!!!" No, that is more LSD type stuff.... everything moved is all. It pulsed. You would stare at the couch, and see the texture, and then look some where else, and the texture would follow you as if it was burned into your eyes. Everything seemed to be alive and breathing.. but what I learned about shrooms... at least the ones I did.. its about the mind set... and that I wasn't prepared for.

Apparently they could tell I was having a bad trip, so people were watching out for me the best they could. Moving was a chore, except for my head, which swiveled every which way like a squirrel, taking in everything. I could barely talk, or form sentences, but I was aware of everything around me and more cause of my inner monologue which would not seem to shut up. I kept coming in and out of consciousness, but from what I told, I vomited at some point, went outside, decided I didn't like it, and stayed in. Although I could barely talk, they had to keep shh'ing me.

My buddy Dustin took me into the bathroom to let me vomit and tell me it was gonna be alright, just to ride it out and Id be fine. Apparently I slurred together something along the lines of "Its okay, I understand, I'm just trying to figure out if you are real or not". Like I said, I was aware of everything, in my head, just couldn't get my body to do shit. My mind set freaked me out a little bit. I was in the 3rd and 1st person all at the same time. I told myself I was dying, but it was okay, than I told myself I couldn't die, but I would regain control of this trip, and than I told myself that this world wasn't real, and I was really part of a better world, but I refused to leave my body to go to it, cause the drugs were liars and trying to trick me, and that I controlled my life, and nothing else. Like I said... one hell of an inner monologue. I kept trying to convey my thoughts to the people around me, but could only get out "... no... its... good... I understand... real..."

All in all, I regained control and started enjoying myself again. Its much better when you are sitting around talking with the room pulse, but without the insane mind set that being 'poisoned' does to you.

I'm sure those of you that don't do drugs think I'm an idiot.. and in some cases, yeah, I am, but I still had fun with the experience, even though a lot of this makes me sound retarded... and I'm sure the heavy druggies are thinking Im a pussy for pushing myself so far so quickly and that I have no idea what a 'bad trip' is.. and yeah.. thats also true... but.... er.... well I guess I don't have much to fight back with... so yup, you're right.

Cant Stop
Wont Stop
apparently