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I'm living and I'm living well. Tomorrow is 4/20! I can't wait, everyone I know is stocking up and it's just going to be an all out smoke fest tomorrow, well today starting at midnight I guess. You know what goes good with pot? Mushrooms. Yes. A lot of you probably already know that, but I didn't. I never mixed the two together because I was afraid I would ruin my trip and it would be a waste of money. But Sunday I finally took the chance and mixed the two. I looked at it this way: I've already tripped numerous times off of shrooms, if I ruin this trip what could it hurt, I know what it's like already, but if I don't add this other substance in I'll never know. So I took the plunge and a friend and I made the journey, and when I say journey, I mean JOURNEY. First of all there were eight of us tripping, we went to a really remote dune area. We eat the shrooms in the car waiting for everyone to get there (with strawberries of course, best thing to eat shrooms with, never doing peanut butter again!) anyways, so we all get out the car, I bring my magical leoplurodon (watch Charlie the Unicorn on youtube, wait, let me explain what this is, that Friday before Sunday I had tripped shrooms with just one other friend out on the beach and we ended up going to a gas station and buying this huge lizard float that we named Idagon, he became our best friend and we floated on him forever and stared at the clouds and had many meaningful and adventurous journeys), I digress again, so I bring Idagon and my polarioid camera and call it a night. By the time we get there the sun is starting to set so we're racing to the top of this huge dune to watch the sun. My friend had been talking about this dune forever as a really good chill drinking spot , but we never listened to him because it just seemed far off, so we finally get up there after a long walk and when we reach the top he leads us in through these trees and it's like a bungalow. It was the perfect jungle dream house set up. It really seemed like someone had set up a house there, everything was just way too perfect and set up rather nicely, there was a main area chill spot behind the trees and branches where everyone put their stuff and laid down, then you walk around on the side (hallway like) and there is a big tree overlooking the whole beach (which my friend climbed on during his trip and we're over 100 feet up in the air, I have a picture but I have to scan it), we watch the sun set in the overlook area, it's amazing, the picture actually shows some of it. Then if you climb down from the dune the beach is your backyard and the water is really nice, (I'm sure it was cold as fuck but on shrooms anything can seem any way you really want it to be, which I know it was cold because I now have a fucking cold and I'll never be well again), so everyone is starting to geek and get all smiley and laugh at the air and each other. For some reason I'm just not kicking in like I usually do, my stomach and shrooms are like old best friends and when they see each other they usually reunite right away, so an hour goes by, I geek a little, not much, get a few visuals, the tree starts breathing some, the sand moves a little, but nothing like my usual trips, so everyone starts to break off and go on their own adventures like usual when you have a group of individuals on shrooms, I decide I want to walk back to the car to, one: listen to some fucking music, and two: smoke out my sober friend who came to trip sit and drive, everyone told us we wouldn't make it back to the car, blah blah, we're going to get lost, don't go. I said I had to and so we ventured out on our own in the pitch black to the car. Soon as we hit the walk my trip starts to kick in more, I get some intense visuals of red swirls on the ground mixed with some green and purple. I have no idea where we are going but to walk straight then take a curve to avoid the mud. Somehow we make it to the road, but aren't close to the parking lot, so we're walking I'm just talking and talking, referring to us in old movies. I'm freaking her out because I keep saying freaky shit, but I'm just fucking around with both of us. We get to the car, I put on....the Pixies first I think, no the Postal Service came first, then Pixies! We start loading up bowls and I tell her, "Just to let you know, we're going to smoke a lot of bowls." Of course no one would object to that though haha. We're smoking and smoking and I start to get these extreme intense feelings in my muscles and my face and well, pretty much my whole body. We hot box the car so much I don't even think we're in a car, I forgot what we were doing was illegal, it all felt so right and natural, like if a cop came up I'd just be like, "Want a hit?" The blue lights in the car start to dance, my friend's face starts to melt, the pipe is melting in my hand, I'm becoming one with the car. Everyone back at the bungalow starts to notice we've been gone for a long time and they call our cells and are worried we're having a suck ass time, but what they don't understand is everyone has their own things when they trip and their own environments. Don't get me wrong, yes I like to explore and be outside, but I also REQUIRE music during any trip. I didn't want to bring my ipod to the beach because of sand and water, so I had to go to the music. They thought I wasn't tripping anymore and that I was having a suck ass time, but when I was having the best experience of my life. I'm combined quite a few a drug combos and this is the one that has really stuck with me, nothing I have been on has made me feel this good. Next thing I know there is a knock at the door and it's our other friend who is also having a hard time with his trip come up so he came to see what we were up to (I couldn't imagine making that walk alone, but he did it somehow) so we play speed bowls for a couple of rounds, do double hits, anything we fucking want. We smoked so much it was like we got the shit for free. I'm having the best time, but at the same time I got to see both sides of a trip. The good and the bad, I've always wondered what a bad trip would be like and how people get themselves into one. Let me clarify though, I DID NOT HAVE A BAD TRIP, I just got to see it from my side, I wasn't scared because I knew what it was so I was easily able to shake myself out of whatever I was scared of. The only thing I can say about the mix of pot and shrooms is the paranoia, I was really suspicious of all my friends and for some reason I thought they had a plot against me. Every time things got weird in the car my friend would just say, "Dude, just keep smoking. I notice every time we stop smoking, shit gets weird." And he was right, every time we stopped and talked too long, shit would get really weird, but then we started passing again and everything was just fine. Finally we make the trip back to the bungalow, by this time people are coming down and ready to leave, but guess who was tripping balls and had an extended trip (me and my friend, hell yeah!) It was the perfect level and when it was time to go I let my friends in on the secret and they all tried it, some liked it, and it picked their trip back up some, some it was too late, others thought the feelings were too dark. Maybe I'm just a dark person, hell I don't know. I love love loved it! On the ride back to the dorms we blasted Mars Volta, and that shit was trippy and beautiful! Oh yea, through all of this Idagon died and we had to bury him at the beach, sad story but at least I have the memories. Ha, the shit you do on mushrooms.

Sorry this trip was just a jumble of my thoughts, randomly spread out and not very organized. But you try organizing a trip! Shit is hard!

I hope everyone is wicked blazed tomorrow, and has the best fucking time. No drama, no bullshit, just share the love and you'll receive too!

That Cho guy sounds like Napoleon Dynamite, and I hate him. Not Napoleon, but Cho. It is him I hate. I don't hate many people but this guy just pisses me off to the extreme.

I'll upload that pic later, I promise!
Peace and Love!