Talk About A Bad Shroom Trip...

[Fëanor]

Okay, so, Friday night started out pretty well. I got off work, and I took somewhere between 8-9 grams of shrooms. I broke them up and put them in some pure lime juice, and pounded it. Within 15 minutes I was shrooming balls. My 2 friends had each eaten about 5-6 grams; they ate theirs normally.

It began like most good shroom trips with my friends. We sat around laughing, describing all the cool visuals and feelings. We played some old school Mario on the SNES, listened to some Bob Marley, put on a movie, it was fun.

Then, things went horribly wrong. Friend #1 started to freak out, he started yelling about cops and going to jail for life, things like that. We had enough drugs in the house to put us all in prison for a few years so at first it seemed like a semi-legitimate threat.

But he wouldn't stop freaking out. He started thrashing about the entire place, making a ton of noise. This was an apartment, upstairs, and he was running around hollaring, tripping out. He kept running up to the window and slamming into it, just attacking it with sloppy punches; apparently he was trying to look for cops outside. He broke down my door to my room and knocked over my desk with every single one of my pieces on it, full of dirty bong water too. I knew in the bottom of my heart that they were all broken. He threw my bookcase across the room and broke it, too. So this motherfucker had now destroyed my home, AND we figured that the cops were already on their way because of the noise. I needed to get him under control. I grabbed him and he wrestled with me a bit; he was swinging his arms but they weren't focused punches. He managed to slam me into my granite table but I lived. I finally ended up getting him in a headlock, but he was still thrashing around on the ground pounding on it.

By this time it was probably 9 PM; I didn't want my neighbors to hate me and I definitely didn't want to get evicted or arrested. The only way I could think of to calm him down was to pass him out. So, I started on that, and finally Friend #2 helps out a little; he tells me that you can't pass someone out while they're on shrooms, because they'll die. WHOOPS! Wish I had known that...So, I let go of him and he continues thrashing around breaking shit. We finally get him contained in the bathroom, in the shower. I try to calm him down while Friend #2 calls a sober person to help us out.

So, I had to control "Mr-I-Cant-Handle-Shrooms" for about 10 minutes in the bathroom. He ended up ripping the shower curtain down, and ripping all of his clothes off. He turned on the water and started yanking on his tiny dick, screaming "I'm not gay" and "I'm not stupid" and pounding on the wall with his free hand.

Finally Friend #3, who is sober, showed up. He helped me get Friend #1 out of the house (we even got his boxers back on). After he broke free of us in the parking lot and ran around a while in his boxers, we finally rounded him up and got him into a car.

At this point, we thought for sure the cops were on the way. He had thrown so much furniture, and pounded around so much, if I had been the neighbor I would have called the cops. We had a couple pounds of herb, a few ounces of coke, and some other things that don't need to be mentioned. I didn't feel like being there, shrooming, when the cops showed up. So Friend #2 stayed behind to deal with that and I went with Friends #1 & #3 in the car.

Our goal was to get Friend #1 to his mother; she could help more than we could. We're at the red light in front of his mom's damn complex, and he opens the door and bolts - still in his boxers. He runs into the gas station. Somewhere along his path he lost his boxers again. When we found him, he was bare-ass naked in the gas station guzzling beer and chocolate milk that he grabbed from the cooler. He was fighting with the clerk, we had to throw him off. Friend #3 had to pay for the shit and BEG the clerk not to call the cops. I mean BEG. He was furious.

So, finally we're at his mom's place; she isn't home. Friend #3 takes Friend #1 inside to lay him down and call his mom. I waited in the back seat of the car. I was actually almost starting to enjoy my shroom trip again, tripping on all the lights and shit.

Next thing I know, SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! Fucking shroom-head idiot broke free from sober Friend #3, and ran to the running car I was sitting in. Sober Friend #3 tried to rip him out of the car, but #1 slammed it into drive and pushed the gas pedal to the floor. Friend #3 got pulled completely under the car. I WAS FUCKING FREAKING OUT. All of a sudden the calm music and lights went away. I was in a car going 50mph (and still accellerating). We were headed for a solid brick fucking wall. The only reason I'm alive to type it is that somehow I had the presence of mind to grab the shifter knob and force it into park. That car's transmission has GOT to be fucked after that. We skidded to a stop a few feet in front of the wall, and I fucking bursted out of that car like a bat out of hell.

I got back to Friend #3 and found out that he was lucky enough to only have what looked like a broken ankle. All 3 of us could have been dead.

We finally were able to get this fucking idiot in his Mom's house. We left him at that point; we were sick of it so we dumped him on his mom. Friend #3 discovers that his wallet got lost in the fight at the gas station, so we go back to look for it. We found it in the parking lot, empty of course. There was a little less than $1100 in it. Bummer, but none of it was my money *shrug*

We got back to my place only to find out that somehow, even though my room and bed are soaked with dirty bong water, not a single one of my pieces broke. The cops didn't call, but the neighbors were VERY pissed and they complained to the apartment complex.

There's a couple hundred dollars in shit that got broken still, and he'll have to pay for that.

Other than that, the only troubles are in my mind now. My emotions and thoughts are twisted and confused. I've been thinking about my family a lot, I came to see them today. I've been crying for no reason at all, and laughing just the same. I can see how hallucinogens could give someone permanent psychological damage. I don't think I'll have it that bad but it will be a while before I feel like I'll be stable enough to do any powerful hallucinogen again. My mind is in shambles, just like my house.

I learned a lot that night. It's pretty crazy to think that at any time, you could be sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and some drugged-up lunatic could get in, crash into a car, and kill you. It's pretty weird shit to think about...

[jammin]

8-9 grams? Jesus christ. That's more than a quarter. Was it your friends first time?

[BLARNEYSTONES]

damn.......thats all i got to say...damn.....

[Venomous Puffer]

omg im so sorry dude, thats a terrible and frightening experience

[Eyes]

I'll always remember what my teacher said...
"Remember, kiddies, shroom responsibly"

[senior_ganj]

If anything, learn a lesson from this. Probs on controling yourself and helping to get your friend calm down. +rep for that shit. Glad your ok bro.

edit: You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Fëanor again.

I'll get you back later.

[HerbsINtheBurbs]

Respect at how you guys handled it. Thats the most fucked up night I could imagine. Your friend is a loser (don't take offense, but c'mon) I'm happy you're alive man, that coulda been much worse, good call reacting so fast.

[Venomous Puffer]

yea actually ima have to + rep u also for handling that maturly and only freaking out when absolutly nessisary, u tried ur best to restrain him and did a damn good job by locking him in the bathroom, and passing him out would be what i would have done also i didnt kno about them dying neva heard about that. props u should be proud to come out of that situation alive, not in cuffs, and with minor injuries.

[CHRONIKKKK]

damn man that sucks badly good job on the car thig and on handling urself correctly + rep breh

[smash]

WOW...i'm sorry u had to go through that....but i can say that from reading this my temptation to try shrooms is non exsistant now.

your a strong dude to not kill your friend that was going wild....i would have punched dude in the face so many times

[Venomous Puffer]

in all seriousness, maybe u could have duct taped his mouth shut and then wrapped his entire body 100 times over with duct tape tht way he couldnt move and couldnt scream?

[sodomizedjello]

holy. shit.

god. damn.

what. the. fuck.

[just blaze]

even though that sucks that was an awesome story, especially cause you had several ounces of coke in your house

[chronictoker]

OMG...that's one of the craziest stories i've ever read! wow, and i though some of my trips were bad...yeah shroomies are really the kind of drug you need to have caution with. I don't think I would want to do them around that kind of weight or in an apartment setting like that, but yeah that was an incredible story. Your friend has got to be hella embarassed in the aftermath. at least you have now have a story to tell. I can guarantee you will never forget it.

[motion]

This story is a perfect example of why you need a sitter.