So I think it's pretty common knowledge by now that I smoke weed and drink from time to time. Oddly enough the group of friends I seem to affiliate myself with is almost wholly against it. Two of them have done it once and really enjoyed it but tell me whenever I bring it up that they will only do it again under certain circumstances. The others on the other hand for whatever issue have some problem with it. Usually it's daddy related or some religious nonsense. I don't really care. Don't do it if you don't want to. But don't dislike me because I do. That's not to say that you can't dislike me. You might even pretend that you like me and actually really dislike me. But, don't dislike me just because I do something that doesn't affect you at all. Or do. There's nothing I can really do about it.
So, how 'bout them drugs, eh? That's what I came here today to talk about. I have only told 2 people this excluding the two people I did it with. I recently did mushrooms. Let me tell you: It was fucking awesome. So here's what went down. I was playing Sims 3 with a couple of my friends when I get a txt from my brother asking if I wanted some umbrellas. It was Sunday night of the 3 day weekend we recently had so I was a little unsure since I would have to do homework when I got back on Monday night. Though when a chance comes up whether to do well in school on Tuesday or get fucked up on mushrooms comes up, the only thing to say is hell yeah (to the mushrooms)! So I got there at noonish and by around one after waiting for the other person to wake up we smoked a bowl and then ate 'em up. They played darts for what seemed like a long time after explaining to me how to keep score which was extremely difficult to learn. By the end of the game we were almost good and ready so after a period in which we did something that I do not remember we went to a cemetery. We walked around for a while on a road through it until we found an empty gravestone deprived spot of grass to sit and eventually lie down on. I thoroughly examined a seemly long blade of grass.
After staring at the grass I laid perfectly flat on the ground looking directly to the left with grass practically surrounding my head. I saw three particularly amazing things for humorous and pure beauty type reasons. The first thing: you know those floaters in your eye fluid? Yeah, well, I got one of those except not in the shape of a not-shape, rather in the shape of Tweety Bird holding an umbrella. It looked of the shape exact texture and demeanor (probably the wrong word...) of the regular floaters, though. Just Tweety Bird with an umbrella. The second thing was extremely surreal and completely sublime. It may seem lame to you but nevertheless it was when I was staring to the left when laying down. I did that thing where you look at one thing closer to your line of vision where the things behind it in the background become blurry. I did this with a different piece of grass that was still in the ground which was prominently longer than the rest. I focused in on it for a while and watched it carefully as the colors around it in the grass and trees and sky because unusually crisp and distinct. After staring at the grass I decided it was time to look beyond it when I could observe the colors in their whole. I then looked directly beyond the grass where I saw two trees a great distance away, beneath which I could see very small gravestones and in the trees' branches created a sort of hole through which only light came through. It was so ridiculously beautiful. The third thing was when we were leaving the cemetery. We saw this wood carving which looked instantly to me and Brian as a native American Indian. Shane stood in multiple different locations away from it before noticing what we were seeing.
Then, we went home, smoked a bowl, listened to some
Animal Collective and
Dan Deacon's
Spiderman of the Rings. Animal Collective's album cover, Merriweather Post Pavilion, by the way, looked absolutely nothing like what it does to the lucid eye. After we were midway into Wham City we decided to go back outside for a relaxing sit down to stare at the sky. It was very fear and loathing in that looking to Shane and Brian in their spots, you could practically see the heat surrounding the area. It was like a movie with the discoloration of everything to make it look hot, is what I'm getting at. In my seat I was staring through the trees at the sky. I could have looked just over to the right because there was clear sky. When I looked through the trees though the spaces in the branches where there was sky turned into angry faces and started a wavy pulsation as if the faces were lunging at me. When I finally really wanted to just look at the sky the angry branches stopped and let me look at the sky change color.
After a while of the that we went back inside and decided that if I wanted to get home. Oh. I forgot to tell you. My dad had called my three times at this point and left a message. On our way back home from the cemetery I listened to it which was hilarious because thinking back it seemed like it was a 5 minute message when it was probably only about a minute. They kept commenting on how long it was going for. When it finished they asked me what was going on and I just said how my dad wanted me home and that he was making spaghetti. I told that to them and they said what else did he say and I said that I forgot already and that I was kinda upset that I didn't get to have spag because I was so damn hungry. Another funny part about that was when I was telling them all of that we were waiting at a cross walk for what felt like 15 minutes while laughing hysterically because all of us kept commenting on how it was like longest light in the world.
Anyway, back to me going home. I was still very clearly fucked up but aware enough that I could drive. For those of you who have done drugs or know common knowledge about the effects of drugs, never, under any circumstances drive. It's a horrible idea. The only thing I regret about that day. I have never focused so hard on something like that in a very long time. My brother called me at one point to try to help me out with my homework that I was going to have to do by reading something to me but I had to tell him that if I did that and listened to him I would likely hit someone and die. The one thing in my mind that I have to thank for this is God. HA. Just kidding. No, but really, I thank my survival on my insanely good luck in potentially detrimental situations.
I got home and by now the effects were wearing off but it was very clear that I was still buzzing. I decided to do no homework. I woke up the following morning, after what I'm sure was a very interesting dream had I remembered it, to a school day. I had the same trouble driving to school that morning that I had had driving home from Des Moines. When I got to school I decided to do some homework which I could not focus on at all so I was forced to flag it. I sat there looking around sure that everyone else knew that something was up. I was getting irritated because as much absolute fun as it had been, I needed it to end. I talked to Spencer in the hallway after zero hour and during his asking me how it was and what was up because I must have looked mad I told him that I was still buzzed. Luckily by 4th hour it was completely over.
Two pieces of advice I can give from this situation to make it better for you. 1) Don't do it if you have obligations that you need to tend to when you think its going to be over. 2) Don't underestimate the length of a mushroom trip and once again 3) Please, do not, under any circumstances, drive.
I really truly hope you enjoyed reading this because I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and I enjoyed telling it, though significantly less than the actual experience itself.
