i'm bored and ripped at home with nothing to do so i figured i'd try to remeber a story about horrible mushroom trip [Drive-In movie theatre for those confused] it began..buying mushrooms earlier in the day, i'm asuming it was like a friday and we didnt have any plans for the night. So we pick up these mushrooms and mow them at a buddies place and chill for 10-15 then one buddy grabbed his van and we headed out to this chill spot overlook like in a somewhat undeveloped part of the neighborhood, it had tall grass, a forest, a huggeee hill which overlooks a large river and a whole other city across the water. Chillin there we were all laughing, happy laying in the tall grass just smiling having a good time, we all knew our buddy Mike was a badd tripper and anything could potentially happen, so with me regardless who i do them with, shrooms always give me such a fucked up perspective on things and usually like in my head i'm hoping to god that like, i dont encouter anyone else, i FUCKING HATE seeing people like u know either like A) through school but not good enough friends to really be like "yea i'm trippin on shrooms" B) somone in your head who is the person who is going to RUIN your trip So time goes by and we werent doing anything, I was considering an early night but then i remebered i'd only been tripping for like 45 minutes, there were hours of this left thats when the phone rings.. "hey, you guys want to go to the drive in?" us + mike on the phone: "ohhhhh fuckkkk come pick us uppp!!!!" nervousness ensues.. so this guy comes to pick us up, he's an ok guy not a total usually friend but better than most, he always has weed etc. and always had his parents pathfinder to drive we all pile in and we tell him we're on them so he does the usuall shit like we're driving and no ones paying attention and like lower and raise the music volume, fuck with the power windows, etc. like annoying shit by the time we're half way there Mike is a total wreck, tripping balls, and since we had left the chill spot 25 MINUTES AGO!!! HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SHUT UP!!! TALKING A FUCKING MILE A MINUTE, WORDS JUST RUN INTO EACHOTHER IDONTEVENKNOWWHYTHEFUCKIAMALIVEWHYYYY classic lines developed: "You could lock me away forever with nothing AND I WOULD HAVE EVERYTHING!!!" being cheap at the time we got to the drive-in and these was a long lineup on the side of the road to get in, so 2 of us, me and chad hit under the tunnel cover in the back, while ash the driver and MIKE sitting passenger.. we pull up to the booth and it's an east indian man working the ticket booth.. we pull up and ash made it sketchy as to how many people were in the vehicle to pay for.. then mike cant keep his mumblings quiet anymore.. "HINDU?!? WHAT THE FUCK IS HINDU?!!? I'M GONNA CREATE MY OWN FUCKING LANGUAGE!!! [enter absolute jiberish words, but i was impressed he could spit out such total fuckin random no-meaning words the way he did] ie. graynep lutosn tyakerl ronnupe we pay and quickly exit the booth... we park and everything is getting..better than that encounter but i was still worried.. So we all get out of the vehicle and head to a small concrete indoor concession to buy food, i'm trippin so bad i dont want to wait in the lineup so i go to the bathroom to wash my hands I hear a stumbling footsteps and a low mumbling coming towars me i'm thinking "please..no..." i turn around and begin to walk out and walk right into mike around the corner He SCREAMS like a fuckin 10 year old girl and pushes me against the wall and books it into the bathroom I quickly exit and walk back to the vehicle, we all returned except mike.. then we hear a voice in the distance "hhahahhhhhhaaaaaaa heyyy.. whats uppp?!??!!!" "Wannna scrappp!?" he finally gets back and gets in the back seat with me in the passenger and another person in the back, he's sitting behind me, we resume watching but he will not shut up, finally it's gotten so frustrating we just yelling at him to shut the fuck up finally he's quite for like a minute then "Haaaaackkkkkk haaackkkkk *couch *couch SPITS onto the front console, like the worst white/bile/pasties spit you've ever seen all over the stereo the driver then begans to trip out BADDDD, asking other ppl to do somthing like "SCOTTT DO SOMTHING?!!" scott gets out and ash who's probably 5"9 140 pounds gets out and tries to pull out a resisting 6"2 210" mike, he isnt successfull, so everyone leaves him alone once again and it's me and him alone in the car, i try to talk him down and just make him chill but he still WILL NOT SHUT UP! so i'm out, and he's left in the car, ash locks the doors hahaha then the fuckin idiot starts KICKING the door/window fairly hard but not enough to break the window, finally everyone had had sooo much with him so scott gets up, opens the door and clocks him in the face hahah finally there is an ounce of peace for..a minute? we then hear a low mumble "Your dead scott,...your dead" [Mike's last name is orlando] "Orlando Owns, I never lose" but eventually he falls asleep for the rest of the time, everyone finally gets to chill and we watch another movie then bounce on the way home, a sleeping mike in the back and finally begging to be sober "I'm horrible"
wow.. i can only imagine how fucked up that would be. i would be sooo pissed off if i had a friend that did that shit and i think i am the same way as you whenever i trip. like how you said you get really nervous and shit and the random shit like going to the bathroom and just washing your hands haha thats how i am when i trip, so yeah i'd probably be trippin out bad if that was me too
I dont think it was that bad I have people do that shit all the time I think its funny. Is this going down in farview slopes?
one of the worst things that happened to me while tripping was a fat sweaty gay bloke tryin it on with me. I was tripping my tits off, laughin at the way the ceiling looked and he just wouldnt fuck off. i remember being backed into a corner pleading with him to just fuck off. Its not like he was even trippin he was the only sober one there. So i hit him with a big fuck off coat stand and ended up running round the block and hidding in wheely bins. I was convinced the police hellicopter was after me forgetting completley i lived 4 miles from the airport!
my friend when we were on shrooms couldnt even climb stairs at one point he would make it up one and fall flat on his face he also wouldnt stop bouncing which from the corner of your eye looks like hes rocking back and forth which reminded me about the exorcist and thasts not something you wanna think about while trippin
good story. a friend of mine told me a similar shroom story, where he was tripping in a car with three other friends and one of them was having a rough time, kind of like how Mike was acting. it culminated in my friend's friend pissing and shitting his pants, so they dropped him off at his house and instead of going in, apparently he walked three miles to a gas station, walked up to the attendant and wordlesly handed the guy his wallet and walked away.
