They do. I rarely have a chance to look up at the moon without it being stifled by city lights. Last week at my friends place in the country with not a street light in sight I was amazed at how bright the moon was. It’s even more amazing when you think it’s just the suns light being reflected. I think the simple things that you take for granted and then one day open your eyes to are often the best.
where’s that anecdote fluffy? i wanna hear about it
am stoned out my gord, can’t sleep, thinking of getting in car and driving to Hartford!
Ok, here we go; it was the beginning of spring semester of my freshman year at UVM and my friend offered me a good deal on some shrooms. I accepted them and split an eighth with a close friend. When I ate them… I really had a poor understanding of what a trip is. I had been interested in the '60s and psychedelia through high school, but I didn’t know that much about tripping and neither did any of my friends.
I was hanging out in a friend’s dorm when I powdered the mushrooms and put them on a slice of bread with some peanut butter, while I ate it I had the thought of “What if this goes really bad?” I chilled there for a while, but the people kept looking at me (this is before I felt anything). It was like they were thinking, “What’s gonna happen to him? What’s he gonna do?” And I kept thinking about that… what everyone else was thinking about me eating mushrooms… and then they kicked in. So, notice at this point all the negative vibes and my inexperience with psychedelics.
Side note: my freshman year I lived in a suite. This means that I had a front door (with deadbolt) that opened onto a living room, then there was a short hallway with 2 singles, 2 doubles, and 2 bathrooms. The fact that the door to the suite was our door is very important, ie we could safely drink in the living room if we were quiet.
Back to the story: I decided that I needed to be in my own room, luckily it was only one floor up. The mushrooms came on quickly… quickly overwhelmed me… I was terrified. I called my roommate, he was only in the living room but I was unable to walk that far and talk to him. He came in and I explained that I was beginning on the path of a bad trip (he hadn’t even known that I was tripping that night). This is a fairly straight-edged kid, we used to joke that he’s gonna be senator someday (now I think he’ll be a TV news anchor), barely drank and refused to smoke. He had no idea how to handle the situation. But he’s a nice guy so he did his best to find someone who did. The advice he received was that nothing could be done for me other than make me comfortable and relaxed, and then I should mellow out. I called another friend (the one whose room I had eaten the shrooms in) and asked her to come hang out with me, she arrived in a moment and called in another friend.
My fellow tripper however, was having the time of his life! In his room, same suite right next door to me, they were smoking the pot. But, uh… his roommate was off fucking his boyfriend and my fellow tripper forgot to ensure that the pot smoke was exiting the room via the window. So, they smoked some cigs to cover up the smell! Intelligent people these college kids.
I was slowly beginning to relax. I remember shouting that everyone in my room needed to sit down (I was on the floor), I would not allow anyone to stand. I also ordered the lights off and Sigur Ros on. mellow vibes crept in … slowly … but surely, I put on my bathrobe and sat next to the heater (January in northern VT, I would have been outside if I could but it was around 0) and I laughed and relaxed and enjoyed it
Then it all fell to shit. My fellow tripper ran into my room saying that the RAs were at the suite door. My roommate, the senator, rushed out to handle everything and my door was shut and locked. We turned off the music and sat in silence, waiting… BOOM BOOM BOOM UVM POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR! they were knocking not on my door but my fellow trippers door (who was hiding in my room). We didn’t do anything. They knocked again and yelled again. Eventually he got up, opened my door and spoke to the cops. They ordered us out of my room and into the living room, except for my fellow tripper.
What had happened when the door was answered was; the senator was shoved aside (assault) and the police entered (illegally), they accused him of smoking pot and yelled at him. He proclaimed his sobriety and they believed him. A girl in the living room admitted to having pot on her and pointed to my fellow trippers room as the location of the bong which had been used to smoke (needs to learn to shut her mouth). She was the only person arrested that night.
My fellow tripper was taken aside and I’m not sure what happened, but he signed a form to consent to a search of his room. He admitted to smoking pot (no one said a word about mushrooms, thank god), and even handed the cops one of his pieces. He knew (or thought he did) that there were no drugs in his room, only paraphernalia. Actually, a friend had hidden some pot as a present for him. Luckily, the cops didn’t find it. They did find a 2 foot glass bong, a small metal bowl, and a glass bowl. He was not arrested.
When I walked into the living room I was wearing my bathrobe (it had helped me calm down) and the senator was smart enough to have told the police that I had the flu. So the police immediately offered me their sympathies for the state I was in. I barely had to speak to them, I only had to remain calm which I managed with great effort. I was screaming on the inside.
I was stuck in my own mind, sitting in a room with two police officers and two RAs, trying with every fiber of my body to act sober,
words (or emoticons) cannot describe how I was feeling then
presently, they left.
I spent the remainder of my trip watching Grandma’s Boy.
^ shit dude, that sucks! I couldn’t imagine talking to the fuzz whilst on a journey. Your so lucky your friend thought fast with the flu story!
I remember one time tripping and seeing the head-dude of our dorms standing in our hallway. I was walking to get a drink and he said “Hi James, how are you this evening?” He’s a real nice man, so I answered “I’m fine Pat, how are you tonight?” Then I bust in my room yelling “Pat knows I’m faced! Pat knows I’m faced!” Jeez. My buddy calmed me down and say “James, Pat doesn’t know your high, relax.” Well, I didn’t believe him so I go back out into the hall where Pat was (real smart, right?) and he’s standing there still and I tell my buddies “See! He’s waiting for me!” and about that time Pat says “James, have you seen Shawn or Rob?” and that was that! Acid started making me kinda paranoid towards the end, so I quit doing it. I haven’t touched it since 2001, and don’t plan on it anytime soon! Mushies, however, ROCK!!
I had a conversation with a tiny Japanese man in a painting during my first trip. I also played Monkey Ball really really well.
I have done this on many occasions as well! I remember the first time was right after I saw them play it at Sugarbush in 95 and then had to drive off that mountain and home to NY tripping. It was stuck in my head and my mind was basically running “Hold the wheel, read the signs, keep the tires off the line, just relax, you’re doing fine…” over and over. I truly believed this song got my friends and I home safe and sound that night.
inside tripping for the most part isn’t nearly as fun as outside, man made shit and mushrooms aren’t the best mix and can take your mind down an industrial negative vibe’d path
you go outside and the trees and nature are just breathing and you can feel/see it and it makes you feel at one with the environment, (yeah hippy shit i know) but it’s the truth it will open you mind that much more being outside, the fresh air, plants, animals… i don’t like tripping inside, the come down part being inside is fine, but once it hits i like being outside, or in some crazy ass club filled with other spunions dancing their ass’s off to some music
So Marco, did you ever take that L at the show? If so, how was it?
I’m enjoying some wonderful, wonderful Arrogant Bastard Ale right now. I have never had it before tonight, since we can’t get it in Birmingham yet. I brought back a 22 oz bomber of it from Asheville yesterday. I think it might be my favorite ale I’ve ever had. Actually, I know it’s my favorite ale I’ve ever had. Just incredibly delicious. The label on the back is hilarious taboot.
the comedown is amongst me now, time 2 sleep… If it’s possible
Best Emoticon EVER!!
IAMRUINEDRIGHTNOW
YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH das rite…
so true!!
whiksy + beer + bubbler = happpily drunked and sonte dluffy
I like Gum.
fucking hungover. i’ve been drinking a lot this week.
went to the drive in last night with a box of wine, a hookah, and a bowl. District 9 is awesome.
now that’s how you go to the drive in !
nice work.
y;;ever drink flor da cana?