Been doing the grown up thing, kids and work. No drugs in awhile other than a gram of mushrooms in a gummy a few weeks back that had a wonderful clarity to it ( the brand is called “portals” if your in the bay area…). Was sitting on the toilet when I thought about the DMT someone had given me a year ago and it was right there in the bathroom drawer. …a sudden moment of why not… …And I could not remember for the life of me how much I used to use for smoking. I went with what I thought would be a medium puff. This was not my first time after all, so I held it in. I should mention the DMT was two years old when given to me and was a strong orange/yellow. It was three years old. It smelled pungent, but I think I harbored the belief it was going to be bunk. It Was Not. I quickly got off the toilet to sit on the floor for the experience. Although overwhelming and I did not expect to end up on the bathroom floor in the fetal position in a world of fractal swirls and extra dimensions… the kids Halloween costumes came to play in a fantastic way. Had the sinking feeling it might be bad and will never end but all in all it was the strongest DMT I’ve ever smoked and I feel great now.
I once found a couple hits of blotter in the 1980s. Took it with a friend the day before I moved away from there forever... It was a magical way to start my journey!
Once upon a time long, long ago I took a one night road trip from Pittsburgh, Pa. to Cherry Point, N.C. On the way, about one or two in the morning, we stopped to "relieve ourselves" beside a tree along some god forsaken four lane highway. Later that morning, about four o'clock, I looked in my jean pocket for my little foil wrapped package of four way. It was gone. On our way back, at about six the next morning, we stopped to "relieve ourselves" beside a tree along some god forsaken four lane highway. I was facing the sun and something on the ground was blinding me because of the sun's reflection. Guess what I found?
