My last shroom experience was about 4 years ago so I guess I was 67 at the time and it wasn't the best of nights. Ended up being the beginning of the end of the relationship between myself and what was my best friend of several years.
So the bar closes at 2:00 and her, I and her new boyfriend go to my place to keep the party going which was our regular weekend routine. Sometimes 4 or 5 others would join but this night it was just the three of us and her and I were planning to do some shroomin' with the bf not partaking because he was on probation and being piss tested every week.
He brews up a tea for us and before long we're feeling it, having a good time and rocking out taking turns playing music videos on the big screen piped through my beefy hi-fi rig and everything is fun and mellow and going well. I'm pleasantly hallucinating and apparently so was she because from out of nowhere she stands up and says they're leaving and accuses me of hitting on her boyfriend.
I was stunned and totally taken by surprised to say the least. Yeah, her bf was an attractive lad but Jeezus, he was 25 years younger than me so her observations were preposterous and unfounded.
I was totally peaking at this point and wasn't thrilled to be left alone but there I was. I was a bit upset at first but the whole thing was outrageously stupid so I quickly forgot about it and just enjoyed myself for the next few hours until after the sun came up and I had come down enough to crash.
No profound revelations or deep introspective cosmic awakenings were to be had. As someone that had tripped probably 200 or more times on LSD in my 20s there wasn't much left to discover.
Other than the weirdness, it was more visual than I anticipated and not so much of the out-of-body experience. I have not done them since and don't even use cannabis that much anymore because I've totally withdrawn from social life where I used to get it and am too lazy to go to a dispensary and stand in line.
Yeah, I'm bad. I'm a Rogue!
PS!
My friend and I worked it out and things were okay for a while but she settled down, had two babies in a row and we drifted apart. I still hear from her every six months or so but really don't care.
So the bar closes at 2:00 and her, I and her new boyfriend go to my place to keep the party going which was our regular weekend routine. Sometimes 4 or 5 others would join but this night it was just the three of us and her and I were planning to do some shroomin' with the bf not partaking because he was on probation and being piss tested every week.
He brews up a tea for us and before long we're feeling it, having a good time and rocking out taking turns playing music videos on the big screen piped through my beefy hi-fi rig and everything is fun and mellow and going well. I'm pleasantly hallucinating and apparently so was she because from out of nowhere she stands up and says they're leaving and accuses me of hitting on her boyfriend.
I was stunned and totally taken by surprised to say the least. Yeah, her bf was an attractive lad but Jeezus, he was 25 years younger than me so her observations were preposterous and unfounded.
I was totally peaking at this point and wasn't thrilled to be left alone but there I was. I was a bit upset at first but the whole thing was outrageously stupid so I quickly forgot about it and just enjoyed myself for the next few hours until after the sun came up and I had come down enough to crash.
No profound revelations or deep introspective cosmic awakenings were to be had. As someone that had tripped probably 200 or more times on LSD in my 20s there wasn't much left to discover.
Other than the weirdness, it was more visual than I anticipated and not so much of the out-of-body experience. I have not done them since and don't even use cannabis that much anymore because I've totally withdrawn from social life where I used to get it and am too lazy to go to a dispensary and stand in line.
Yeah, I'm bad. I'm a Rogue!
PS!
My friend and I worked it out and things were okay for a while but she settled down, had two babies in a row and we drifted apart. I still hear from her every six months or so but really don't care.
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.