Well, yesterday, I took shrooms for the first time in ages. My friend came back from Santa Cruz two weeks ago with about an eighth of huge caps and stems, although we couldn't meet up until yesterday. Now, I've got a fairly fierce cold, but shrooms are probably my favorite drug, so I took some anyway. He told me they were amazing; very visual and, quite frankly, "the shit". I started out with a single cap, because like I said, it's been ages. So when, after a half an hour, nothing had happened, I got a little suspicious - not to mention over-eager. About half the bag and an hour later, I started feeling it kick in. A little loopy feeling in my head, colors and shapes blending together, but it still didn't take me where I wanted to go. So I took the rest of the bag. Why not? I thought, Gerrit was full of shit - these are weak. An hour later, and I was tripping to beat the band. I turned on some Massive Attack, and I actually started seeing the songs. I was playing Hitman: Blood Money, but I just aimed at the ground and watched the wall textures move in and out of each other in intricate green and black swirls. Then I got hungry. So I stumbled into the kitchen, and of course, my dad's in there cooking something for himself. I ask him what he's making, he says "Toast and Tea." I, of course, found this extremely hilarious and start laughing and saying the words over and over again.
But then it stopped being fun. Headache, nausea, frustration, the whole nine yards. I didn't puke, thankfully, but I got one of the fiercest cases of the spins ever. I lay down, but the room was still moving around me. Tried to go to sleep, no luck. It was just this never-ending merry-go-round on my bed. I have a sneaking suspicion that the prolonged consumption was what did me in - you know, a tiny bit, then a big bit, then the rest of the bag over the course of two hours. I ended up watching three movies while I was trying to fall asleep, and now I feel horrible. Argh, drugs.
