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Magic Mushroom
This year has been the summer of shrooms within my group of friends; we got them so often that at one point I was tripping four times a week. I thought it was great, but some really bad things happened. We have a group of friends, eight boys and me, the one girl. Most of us don't have parents in our lives, so we rely on each other for family; four of us live in the same house. I think we all like doing shrooms to take us away from what is going on in our lives at the moment.
I had mostly good trips. One night we all went out to this park. It was me and three of the boys (one being my boyfriend). We got terribly lost in the dark. We were looking for a rock that was supposed to be a 15-minute walk to get to, and it took us eight hours. It was the best eight hours, a lot of laughing and trips. I always feel like the best trips involve walking around away from the "outer world" like people that aren't tripping tripping.
But at least one this summer all of the guys had a bad trip. One night all the guys went off in different directions; two went to 7/11, two walked down the street to a park, and one was left with me. I was fine, tripping out watching my two pit bulls chase each other around the house, and my friend who I was left with, started bugging out, talking about how the house wasn't safe and locking all the windows and doors -- talking about how people were going to jump our friends. I didn't know what to do. He was actually kind of scaring me because as many times as I have done drugs I never seen anybody act like that. Usually my boyfriend is always with me to keep me safe, and I found myself in a situation where he wasn't there and I had to keep someone else safe. The guy kept trying to leave and walk to his mom's house. How was a little girl like me going to stop a really strong kid like him from leaving my house and jumping into the street? Later on he peed on our living room floor! I eventually got someone to take him to his mom, told her he was on drugs, and to just make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
Another time I went down to one of the guys' rooms, and he was hiding in the closet. My boyfriend was sitting outside the closet trying to get him to come out, so I went in the room and tried to get him out. Something was freaking him out, and he kept thinking our other boy was there and kept talking to nobody. When he opened the door he was chewing on something; I asked what it was, and he held up a plastic hanger that he had been chewing on and had bitten a piece off of. About ten minutes later we had talked him out of his trip, and he was still chewing on it. I told him, "Yo bro, you still chewin' on a hanger." He took it out of his mouth, looked at it, and just got really confused like he didn't remember what was going on.
I am much smaller than them, and I take as much as they do. I have never tripped like that. My boyfriend tells me that people that trip out like that have weaker minds than we do. I always see brighter colors, look at designs, or the way things move. I talk a lot on shrooms, feel curious, and laugh a lot. But alas, the season is over for us for now. We have done so much in the passed 12 weeks that we are even tired of it. (And after their bad trips, two of the boys have sworn off shrooms, but they always say that).
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