My One Helluva Night. (long trip report)

[huecotoph]

Well, it's now 9:30 pm eastern time as I sit here reporting on ... thats right, "My One Helluva Night".

This tale starts approx. 60 hours ago as I rose out of bed to begin a long day at the donut shop (9am-9 pm). Returning home that night, i found myself restless and unable to sleep, a foreshadowing of events to come. With my mind racing, it was quite obvious that in the hours to come, I would be facing a string of strange events. Call it stoner's intuition.

Rising off my mattress without a wink of sleep, i felt oddly refreshed. I went to work with a song in my heart and a skip in my step. Once a work I could not help but notice that nobody had the same personality. Cranky regulars were leaving 3 dollar tips on 1 dollar coffees, the milf, normally sweet and outgoing in nature was withdrawn and bitchy, Customers who never smile were laughing, and Joann a regular who always comes in at 1:25, was over 40 minutes late. While this may not seem like anything strange, it was enough to make me wonder where this was all leading to.

Getting off of work at 7pm, I was asked by a friend if i would like to burn one down. With blizzarding conditions on the road, I didnt dare drive over in my pickup so i opted to get picked up by another friend. As soon as i hop into my friends car, he whips out a bag of mushrooms. Immediately the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I felt like I should have known all along that the past day's events were leading up to this.

I was skeptical at shrooming because it was now 11:30pm and i was supposed to open shop at 5 am. Any reasonable and logical person would have passed up the oppurtunity but something inside was tugging at me, it needed to be done. It was as if the mushrooms themselves had already decided.

Not thinking the boomers would be overly potent, I happily choked down 3 grams proceeded to trip face. It wasn't long before i began to peak at 1 am. Amazingly, we all held at our peak until about 4am. So much was done in that 4 hours, it may as well have been a lifetime. While my fellow trippers were off in their own space, i decided to go for a walk around the apartment complex my friend lives in. The walls came to life, softly rippling as i trekked along, with the pattern of the carpet swirling and gently caressing my feet. Next thing i knew, i was on the other side of the complex, 2 stories above where i started out. Opening a door, i found myself in an empty laundry room, where I quickly became lost in a massive mirror. With my thirst for wandering quenched i headed back to the apartment, now nearly there, my friends neighbor, comes out into the hall, freezing in midstep as he stares at my silver dollar-sized pupils. I greet him, to which he does not respond. Slightly fearful, I hurredly entered my friends apartment.

It's now 4 am and gradually my trippage starts to decline. As we all sit there,relaxed and mellowed out, i manage to drift into a quick sleep where I dreamed of meeting an older gentleman in a headshop. We talked about passion and how hate is only a frustrated form of love. We then systematically removed all other emotions from the human experience until all we were left with was Love, the driving force and creative energy of life.

Uh-oh, it is now 5 am and we have all just awoken from a short but sweet nap. Other than feeling a bit lost in the head none of us felt the psychadellic affects any longer... or so we assumed. A quick look in the mirror revealed our pupils were still a bit over dialeted, but we needed to hit the road.Luckily, due to the snowstorm that night, there were no customers waiting at the door when we rolled through 10 minutes late.

I immediately jump right into work, brewing coffees and preparing the shop for the day, only 1 or 2 customers appeared to notice or be interested in my drugged out eyes. I sit down with my friends at a booth to take a rest since there is nobody else in the shop. Within 5 minutes, we are all starting to trip out again after feeling sober as birds for the past 30-45 minutes. This time, it was mostly visuals, and they were coming at me hard. I decided i need to get the hell out of work but nobody will come in until i con one of my new hires to cover for me. She finally arrives and I'm still seeing visuals everywhere I turn. Looking into my blackholes-for-eyes she asks if im alright and tells me i look hungover, i agree, claim to have had to much too drink and head back off to my friends apartment.

Once back, our trip began to wind down to an end. It is now i remember that i promised Becca (milf) that i would give her and her 8month old a ride down to her parents house, an hour and forty minute drive. Worst part is, i was expected to take her at noon, and there is no way i would be able to recover on my own for this one. I decide to cross that road when i come to it and enjoy the rest of my comedown over a few joints and bowls with my friends. It was around 830am by the time we had drifted off to sleep and it felt great. At 10:30 a.m, I am abruptly woken by Becca calling my phone asking me to come get her early, I tell her I am not feeling well but she insists she has no other way to her mothers place.

Now lets be real for a minute here, I've now been up for 50 hours and have a head full of mushroom soup... I'm really not feeling like driving 3 hours with an infant along for an hour and a half of it. Not to mention, it just didnt seem safe. I take a minute to consult with my friends i tripped with and my friend Dave pauses for a moment but says nothing, pulling out a black film cannister. "I've got the perfect cure," he smirks, popping off the top and dropping a 30mg Adderrall into my palm.

I hadnt ever taken adderrall before, and it didnt take much convincing before deciding that it was worth a shot. I pop the Addy and head down to pick up Becca and the baby. When she hops into the car, she asks how im feeling and I tell her I was mainly just tired so I popped an Adderral. Luckily, she is laid back enough to not worry about that sort of thing, however, I was not about to tell her I was up all night on boomers.

The car trip ended up being smooth the whole ride and I came away from the situation looking like a night in shining armor. After dropping her off, i noticed a headshop on the way back and decided to pop in and explore. The man running the store looked just like the man in my dream, only his hair and beard were brown, not white. Slightly caught offguard and a bit chilled by the coincedence i decide to strike up a conversation with the man only to learn he has the same demeanor as the man in my dream. And things get more bizzarre from there... while browsing through a bin of wool gloves, i ask the man if he has any other styles, to which he tells me that those are all he has for wool gloves but brought out a brand of alpaca fur gloves named "passion." Needless to say, i nearly geeked out of my mind when i saw them and instantly bought a pair.

Adderrall really is a miracle drug, 30 mg and i was feeling great, completely overpowered that shroomed out feeling. Plus, I dont think i've ever been so excited to be assigned a task and focus on it. In fact, upon my return to town, i drove around running errands because it felt so good to accomplish tasks.

````It seems like everytime i've done mushrooms, they have found me. At just the right moment in life, they are given to me like a gift. In my mind, the fact that so much could have gone wrong this morning, but didn't, only reinforces the idea that this Trip like all my others was given to me for a reason. I'll never forget what learned last night, and the extreme love and happiness ive felt throughout and after the trip was over. Even after tripping harder and longer than ever before, Life still pulled all the pieces togethor to give me a safe,productive and positive experience.

"Dont worry about tomorrow, tonight we're trippin"-me


ps. Just looked over this post, or should i say novel... that Addy must still be going strong!

[dream]

Just read entire thing. Sounds like a long run thier dude! Mushrooms sound pretty sweed idk about the adderall though, amphetamines are pretty addictive.

[huecotoph]

Yea, not gonna lie, I was leary about taking the adderrall and can definately understand how easy it could be to become addicted.

[TreeMasterWong]

Sweet story dude sounds like a good time.

[BayAreaToker]

Great fucking story. I love Adderal as well, but I'm afraid to take it because of the addiction factor.

+rep

[The Sacred Herb]

Intense story, thanks for sharing. Aderall = meth so just be careful man.

[LordHeinich19]

It's kinda hard to get hooked on adders... they're controlled release, addictions only a big problem with rapid-release substances like coke and meth. I don't doubt it though. Good story it kept me entertained

[qwerty1234]

Really well articulated story there, sounds intense!

+REP

[PhoenixPharmer]

Sounds like a pretty sweet 50+ hour binge.

[nug slugger]

Originally Posted by huecotoph

...story...

That was an awesome story, with excellent writing! I hope you plan on sleeping soon though!

+rep

[Bong Marley]

wow...your an amazing story teller. +rep

[3rr0r]

Great story, epic adventure. +rep

[c20h25n3oIsGood]

good story, mannnng.

[suburbantoker]

Originally Posted by 3rr0r

Great story, epic adventure. +rep

Same from me, sick story bro. Glad you had an awesome time.

[powrd]

Sounds like a great time. When you finally fall asleep you will probably be asleep for a long ass time, dude.