shoe

No, not about the movie.

This weekend i was doing lots of partying and was supposed to try some shrooms with 3 buddies of mine on saturday night. Unfortunately friday night knocked me up enough so that i didnt go partying on saturday. Around 4am the phone rings. Probably a wrong number, i dont answer. Five minutes later the phone rings again. My dad wakes up, picks up the phone in a burst of anger and cusses until the caller hangs up.

I start to have a bad feeling at this time. Check my caller ID and find out one of my buddies has been calling. Knowing this guy i know he wouldnt call for stupid reasons at 4am so i call him back.

He was fucking terrified and begged me to come over, he needed me to be there.It turns out one of my buddies ( lets call him alex ) had been bad tripping all evening and he was totally out of control.

I'll never forget his face when i saw it. The 2 other guys we're freaking out and couldnt figure out what to do. Alex had become very violent, uncontrollable and unredictable and my 2 other friends managed to lock him up in a room. The minute i walked into the house i could hear the screams. He shrieked, banged, smashed, cried and screamed that he needed to get out of the room as he was dying.

I opened the door. It was like a scene from the fucking exorcist. His eyes extremely dilated and there was a devilish grin on his face.

Just one look man i freaked out for a few secs. This wasnt alex. I cant even describe it.. I was totally fucking lucid but just seeing him bad tripping had a huge effect on me. All night he was fucking unpredictable, violent yet crying, crying yet laughing. This was one fucked up night for me. I stayed with alex the whole time while my 2 other friends enjoyed their buzz, trying to talk him back to reality to no avail. About 5 hours in he camedown and went to bed.

Im not so sure i want to try shrooms now.