laceyk

I was visiting SUNY Oneonta nearly 15 years ago on the 1st w/d of December. I remember my bud's roommate ordered in some pizza w/ mushrooms and sausage. I had a slice, but man it tasted weird as hell. They kept telling me that I'll regret it if I don't eat the whole slice, so stupid me does. Next thing I know they pull out a bong and we're doing bong hits for a half-hour. After that, I got sick and threw up the pizza in the bathroom. After rinsing my mouth w/ Scope, I head back, but realise that the whole hallway was moving on me. It was as if I couldn't keep my balance, yet I was able to work perfectly straight. Obviously it's because I was shrooming. Only thing is: I didn't know until I managed to get back to my bud's dorm room when they told me. I have done acid and microdots in my distant past, but never mushrooms. Needless to say, I realised that I talk way too much when I'm on something and that having the ole "in-out" when I'm coming down is about as perfect as you can get of a feeling as anything in the world.

I know, it's like I'm advocating taking a hallucinative or something, huh? Quite the contrary, those first few moments after I was told what was happening was the scariest I've ever been in my life, but I remembered that if I didn't start going w/ it ASAP that I was going to have a horrible trip. I managed to turn it around: The night was amazing after that (including the ole "in-out" part near the end of the night )