DOSE:		oral	Mushrooms	(dried)
		smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

It all started on a Saturday night a few weeks before our Winter break. Now let me start off saying that my friends and I are sophomores in High School and have been using mushrooms for sometime now. Any kind of mushroom experience was not going to be new to us, except for this one.

It was me, my friend Steve and my other friend Lue. We were sitting back watching a personal favorite movie of mine Natural Born Killers. I don’t think this movie really had anything to do with this trip that was about to occur, but the violent scenes in the movie may have had an impact on the violent scenes we were about to see in this trip. Now my friend Lue had started to get really sick and decided that it would not be a very good idea for him to eat the mushrooms, and so now it was just me and my friend Steve. We had both decided that we couldn’t eat all the shrooms by ourselves so we decide to call over our other friend Al. Al arrived shortly and then we decided to go ahead and eat them. Now I must say that neither one of us really wanted to trip, but since we had nothing else to do we decided we would anyway. A very important aspect of this story that I did not know at the time was that my friend Steve had taken Adderall earlier for some studying he had to do, now he did not have A.D.D. so the Adderall really affected him.

After about 30 minutes of eating the shrooms I began to feel it, it was coming on so quickly that I hardly had time to notice. Coming up was how it normally is, very anxious and nervous, waiting to see what would happen. Than as you slowly start seeing visuals things start getting calmer and you ascend into a peaceful trip. I was lying on my bed where as Steve was sting in my chair and Al was sitting on the foot of my bed. I was feeling very sick to my stomach and had kept my eyes closed the whole time in hopes of feeling better, and then I opened my eyes and looked at the ground, and to my amazement the carpet was flowing like a river. It had felt like no time at all and I was already tripping hard. Well we decided to buy some weed from this connection I had. This weed was extremely good and my friends and I had been into it for a long time now. We went outside and waited for about 20 min for the weed to arrive. My stomach was only getting worse and the visuals were only getting better, I was so axious and annoyed that I even considered telling my mom and having her take care of me, but my friends wouldn’t let me.

Around this time it was about 11 o’ clock and I had thrown up many times and was only on the body high. My other friend Al had shroomed the night before and so he experienced pretty much nothing but the body high as well, but Steve was tripping very very hard and was to our chagrin only getting started. We were now smoking and I believe we were on our 3rd bowl. Everything was going great, my stomachache was gone, and the euphoria was beyond describable. We were sitting out on my porch smoking some weed and chilling back (I’m sure many of you know what that’s like!). As time went on and our trips continued thing started to go wrong. Now Al and I were completely done with the trip, but Steve was still tripping hardcore, I mean like no connection with reality, as far as I knew he didn’t know that we where there, he couldn’t do anything but walk around and trip balls. Now this is where the situation got sticky, it was around 2 o’clock and Al and I had to get up very early, so we decided that it was time for sleep. We didn’t know what to do, I mean we couldn’t just leave him to trip in my house alone, yet at the same time we couldn’t wait up for him to come down, so we waited. We put on my personal favorite and Steve’s personal favorite Fight Club. We where both big fans and knew much more about the movie than most, Steve was the only person that I knew that understood it on the same level that I did, but I digress as that is a completely different story.

As we watched the movie Steve would not swallow his food, we have him bread and he just keep it in his mouth al chewed up but wouldn’t swallow. We asked him if he would swallow and he just responded with a crazy mad slur of a response, something like this, “WA LAWWWWLAWW BLAHBA DUHDAH BADA wahahahAHA!” So we shrugged our shoulders and decided that we need to go to sleep. At this point it was 3 and Fight club was ending so we turned off all the lights and left Steve tripping balls in my chair. 5 minutes later he fell over and got stuck, we turned on the lights and flipped out.

Now when I say this I mean it with all my heart, because this I remember the most, the first thing he did. He was literally up on his neck with his legs pointing vertically and was spinning around like a professional break-dancer and kicked every piece of furniture near him, with one swift kick he broke my guitar head and flipped over my chair. He was screaming and I mean screaming obscenities and to this point hearing him scream sends chills down my spine. Al and I ran threw my house to find my mom already up because of the noise. I couldn’t speak, my brain was frozen with fear and panic, I honest to God thought at that moment he was going to die, as I left my room I remember seeing with peripheral vision blood on his arm and hearing screams of pain or screams of insanity I don’t remember which. I said to my mother, “Steve has taken shrooms and is having a seizure.” She instantly ran back to my room and opened the door only to see him on the floor screaming and kicking and throwing shit all around. This was not Steve, it looked like the devil had possessed him almost like the Exorcist style but much much worse. We had called his dad and got him on the phone and he came over immediately came over, his dad could not restrain him and so the only left to do was to call the paramedics, and so we did.

The police came along with the paramedics and went into my room, 30 minutes later they came back out with him on a stretcher. This was the funniest thing that I ever heard, but at the same time it wasn’t funny, “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER!! SUCK MY COCK YOU FUCKER!” and than they took him away. Now the trip was over and everything was okay, it was just my mom, myself, and Al and we spent the next hour cleaning up. We didn’t finally go to sleep until four o’ clock, and I thought that I would never be able to sleep in my room ever again.

I strongly advise for you future shroomers to be ready for anything to happen and always have a back up plan. Things may have been much worse had he not been in my room. I am still doing shrooms but I am taking my cautions. Be aware and have fun!

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 22077
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 16
Published: Jan 23, 2023	Views: 70
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