I had a terrible shroom exp once when I sat up in my room shoveling down 3.5 g's of the nastiest shrooms I ever ate. To make it worse, a lot of them were powdered in transport, so I had to tip my head back, pour the dust down my throat and try to keep from fountaining vomit--which it really felt like I could do at any moment.

I sat in the dark, and after about ten minutes I was up. The taste was still in my mouth, and it was starting to bother me already. So, fearing a bad trip, I went downstairs for a drink....

.... but I want you to notice the words "fearing a bad trip." That's when it all started to go wrong. Here's a short list of things that continued to go wrong about as soon as I finished my drink of water:

+ I realized my parents were still awake (I can trip alone in the dark, but I'd rather my folks weren't around for it).

+ I realized I still smelled like weed, badly, and I was in close proximity to my mother.

+ I could feel my pupils getting larger, as well as see my whole range of vision get wider.

+ There was a voice in my head that was getting ANGRY at me for taking a stupid chance.

Well what do we have right there? Two telltale signs of drug use, the knowledge that my capacity for coherent thought is rapidly going down the shit-factory, the idea that I'm being yelled at by someone important, and the stench of paranoia hanging in the air like fresh farts. Really my only option was retreat.

So I hit up the computer-machine for music, hoping to turn my mood around. I put up the Doors too loud, though, so about halfway through "The End" I get this screech that just pierces my atmosphere: ITSTOOLOUUUUDTURNITDOOOWWWWNNNN

That shit rings in my head for a long time. A long time. Time stops just so it can ring in my head a little longer. And what if I just took a window dive..?

Well so when I turn the music off the silence is terrible, and suddenly I feel like I'm underwater. Next logical step? I'm DROWNING with my parents in the next room, and for this particular moment I've forgotten that I'm on shrooms, but I still remember that I can't tell my parents I'm in distress or I'll be in shit. So naturally, I escape the water...

.... and run outside without shoes or explanation, at like 11:00 at night. I don't think they even noticed me though, because I was able to get inside later. But for that time I was waiting for the water to evacuate my body.... as if it were waste.... in other words standing in the middle of the road trying to pee my pants.

I'm lucky a car came and squealed at me, so I just kind of blacked out and found myself in my room with some of the leftover shroom powder. I have a vague recollection of getting up there, but I couldn't tell you reality from fantasy so I won't even try to.

My parents were asleep by this point, so I took the shroom powder downstairs, picked up a pinch, readied my throat, wondered why I was putting more shrooms on top of a bad trip, gagged, stumbled to the bathroom, BLORRRRGHGGHHTHTTHTHBBTTHTHP, look in the mirror, oh shit I'm melting my face is going to go down the drain I'm made of ice cream, back to the kitchen, put the shroom powder in ice cream, tried to eat it--

MAN UP YOU LITTLE BITCH

just out of nowhere this voice explodes on me and basically physically forces me to eat as much shroomscream as I can. I finished all the shroom bits and just dumped the remaining ice cream.

From that point on my trip turned much happier, and it was made better by the relief of escaping a bummer, but those first two hours or so were probably the most mind-crushingly terrible hours of my life.... except the time I paid to see Cinderella Man. Zing!!
Dick Justice Reviewed by Dick Justice on . Flashback reports Free shrooms i was handed.About 4 people at my "trip "house".Digested them and.... yea,it was just a tiny palmful of em.Bout a hlaf of eighth of bombies.It was pretty nuts.I was biting my fingernails so bad,like 3 or 4 of them were bleeding.And i didn't realize that i was,and i thought it was me starting to bleed to death from poisoning,absolutel paranoia. My house at the time was in the country,and it was "flop house"except most people weren't drinking,they were tripping or doing good Rating: 5