ok, i'm back to finish this.
So were at the park, finally i convince both to come back to the house with me. The grass is all wet from the dew and my leather sandals are starting to feel a little gross on my feet. They started stretching out from being so wet and i thought they broke, so i'm like "great!" and i take them off. Let me tell you right now that once my feet touched the wet grass, the texture instantly made me gag my brains out and next thing i know, im down face first in the wet grass dry heaving my brains out.
We get to my boys back yard and i'm so drained that i find a seat (patio furniture). He wanted us to wash our feet off in the pool and go inside. i dont know why i couldn't bring mysef to do it, i was just shroomin, thats my only explanation. I was actually really scared of touching that water, just the thought of the wetness made me gag, i knew that if i actually touched it something bad was going to happen. All i could see were color swirls everywhere and my friend is in my face saying "YO wash your feet and lets go! my mom is gonna wake up soon!"
I would NOT move, i dunno why, i wouldnt speak either. I was just SHROOMIN FACE. Finally his mom starts turnin all the lights on and doin shit, without even realizing we were outside. But being the stupid shrooming idiots we are, we were screaming and arguing with eachother out back of his house at 6:45 in the freakin morning. Next thing you know, the neighbors come outside with a damn spot light and start flashing it at us (prob to see what all the rucus is about). We freak out and go inside and have to look at my friends mom (who pretty much raised me aside from my parents) and tell her that we got in a drunken fight and thats why were still awake. We spent the next 3 hours in my friends room, and chaos is the only way to explain it. The night had ended horribly and it was pretty much my fault cuz i wouldnt wash my feet and go inside. We were all trying to discuss how we were going to handle the situation, but we were still shrooming so hard that we couldnt speak to eachother. Picture three ppl laying on a single bed, each speaking to the other two all at the same time. I could stop talking long enough to listen to anyone...so weird! but anyways thats the story, hope it wasnt too drawn out.
Shrooms are fucking crazy and everytime i do them i tell myself its the last time... but bet your ass i always find myself eating those things again.