It was back in Long Beach Island, NJ -- about 1980 or so. Just got an ounce of fresh mushrooms from a friend. Had never done them before, so had no idea how much to do. My friend ate an eigth and I finished off the bag. As we took the 15 minute drive to leave the island, the stuff started kicking in (empty stomach -- lived on Cheez-its that whole weekend). We hit the bridge and as we crested the middle -- I was met by the most amazing sight -- mountains full of psilocybin mushrooms --- the whole horizon. Was pretty sure that wasn't there earlier -- so ignored it and kept driving.

Soon I became confused. I kept looking in the mirrors and was thinking the cars were driving backwards really fast -- starting to sweat profusely. My "friend" started goofing on me -- doing strange things. Then he started passing his hand in front of the streering wheel as if he was grabbing it. To me it looked like his hand passed right thru the wheel and broke it into little round globules which floated off in every direction.

About this time we decided we'd best pull off the freeway. Managed to find an exit that dropped us off right in front of the state police. Got paranoid and decided it was best to keep driving -- re-entered the freeway.

Made it back almost all the way home when I finally decided I couldn't drive anymore. Pulled into a supermarket and let my friend drive. 20 minutes later we were still circling the parking lot, so I decided I better take over again.

Finally made it back to his house. Was ready to come down about then -- but it wasn't happening. Sat there staring at his closet door--the grains of wood were alive and flowing down the door onto the floor. This continued for some time before I finally left and went home.

Still tripping, told my dad I was a fuck up and spent the next two months in rehab. Didn't work.

Moral: Don't tell your dad you're tripping
OR Freebird Reviewed by OR Freebird on . good times on acid I have had a good time reading about everyone's trips. I haven't fryed in years.... 8 of them to be exact but 'cid used to be my drug of choice. Reading your experiences really bring back memories. Mescaline, DXM or whatever... never done that.. .just shrooms and acid. Anyway... here's one of my stories. It's from memory so it won't be as detailed as dick justice's, good job narrating BTW, Dick. Anyway... Late November, 1995. Dropped 5 hits of "Max Headrooms" (had a picture of Max Headroom Rating: 5