My first trip started out bad, me and my buddy bought an eigth of shrooms each. Then we met another buddy and his girlfriend at my house. We all sat around a gravity bong taking hits, waiting to start tripping. So we all go inside and watch office space. Then me and my buddy go outside cause we wanted to trip outside. So we sit there for ten or fifteen minutes before it starts kicking in. All I remember was us laughing at every fucking thing. Then my other buddy and his girlfriend come outside and his arms and hands look fucking enormous. That's when shit hit the fan. My brother called my cell phone from the house and tells me to be quiet, he's got work tomorrow. I start to freak out for the next 20 minutes. Running around trying to gather everyone up so we can leave. All this pot paraphenilia is everywhere, and i'm scrambling around to pick it all up so we can leave. While i'm scrambling around, i'm completely trippin ballz, unable to gather a single fucking straight thought. So eventaully we all just get in a car and drive to the local elementary school to trip there. So basically, my trip started out aweful, but was amazing after we left my house.

Next time though, i'm going to put my shrooms in something, like a milkshake or something. I almost threw up after i ate the 1/8th. Probably gonna trip again on forth of july.