"There's fungus in me"
This weekend was another exhausting/fulfilling one: as soon as I was out of class, though exhaused, I was busy. I did a lot of things this weekend, including getting drunk at a rad apartment, smoking out on rooftops, getting chased, skating, time with Nikki, etc. I could write on any of these things for ages .
I shroomed this weekend, which was my first. On Saturday at 1:23, Nikki and I began eating the mushrooms on pizza, making sure we were amply supplied with vitamin C prior to this. I started feeling the effects rather quickly. We each had half an eighth (2.75 grams). In the big picture, I shroomed less than Nikki and the others who had eaten these shrooms before. I think my mind is too analytical to be really tossed from reality too much; instead, I'm liable to get sucked into certain types of thinking during my drug use. I become much more occupied with the intellible than the sensible.
We started off inside, then wandered to different rooms of people Nikki's friends with: we couldn't leave the building until 4:00pm because of the doorman, Ray, who has caught me sneaking in before. I should have expected, though I didn't, that we'd laugh a whole lot during the trip. And we did. Oh man, we did. In the hallway, I got stuck behind this very old and slow-moving lady, while Nikki and Courtney were ahead. And I was so close to holding my laughter all inside... Nikki loved the hallways with their rainbow swirls, and she loved Amanda's floors with the pulsing lights coming up from underneath, as if it were another whole city. The stairs seemed endless, and were intriguing; the radiator and trashbag hanging from it in Nikki's room swayed strangely for me, and the floor seemed to be rolling like a strange conveyor belt.
Next time I shroom -- and there will be a next time -- I will eat more, I wont have pizza with it, and I'll carry a small notebook. There were so many pieces of poetry running through my mind. I swear, I was inspired. There was depth to the words, but more importantly, there was beauty to the words. The sounds just... A lot of the sensations I felt were similar to those of Ecstasy. When we stopped to admire the flowers out front of a building, I noted to Nikki: "Cynical passersby would think someone must be on drugs to pause and appreciate the beauty of these flowers... and they'd be right."
We made our winding path through Central Park: we stood in the more remote sections of Strawberry Fields. I zoned on a patch of plants until they started getting taller and coming toward me. I felt giddy, nervous at this, knowing it was the drug, happy about it, wanting to show Nikki, but not wanting to break the hypnosis. This was the strongest point for me me. I kept laughing at myself throughout. We sat on a horizontal trunk beneath a natural canopy, hiding us just off of two intersecting paths. Then we sat on a rock by a lake, where it began to pour rain. We watched the patterns that the rain made on the water as we got soaked to the bone. I let myself zone on the pebbly path, watching it ripple and shift.
I shroomed this weekend, which was my first. On Saturday at 1:23, Nikki and I began eating the mushrooms on pizza, making sure we were amply supplied with vitamin C prior to this. I started feeling the effects rather quickly. We each had half an eighth (2.75 grams). In the big picture, I shroomed less than Nikki and the others who had eaten these shrooms before. I think my mind is too analytical to be really tossed from reality too much; instead, I'm liable to get sucked into certain types of thinking during my drug use. I become much more occupied with the intellible than the sensible.
We started off inside, then wandered to different rooms of people Nikki's friends with: we couldn't leave the building until 4:00pm because of the doorman, Ray, who has caught me sneaking in before. I should have expected, though I didn't, that we'd laugh a whole lot during the trip. And we did. Oh man, we did. In the hallway, I got stuck behind this very old and slow-moving lady, while Nikki and Courtney were ahead. And I was so close to holding my laughter all inside... Nikki loved the hallways with their rainbow swirls, and she loved Amanda's floors with the pulsing lights coming up from underneath, as if it were another whole city. The stairs seemed endless, and were intriguing; the radiator and trashbag hanging from it in Nikki's room swayed strangely for me, and the floor seemed to be rolling like a strange conveyor belt.
Next time I shroom -- and there will be a next time -- I will eat more, I wont have pizza with it, and I'll carry a small notebook. There were so many pieces of poetry running through my mind. I swear, I was inspired. There was depth to the words, but more importantly, there was beauty to the words. The sounds just... A lot of the sensations I felt were similar to those of Ecstasy. When we stopped to admire the flowers out front of a building, I noted to Nikki: "Cynical passersby would think someone must be on drugs to pause and appreciate the beauty of these flowers... and they'd be right."
We made our winding path through Central Park: we stood in the more remote sections of Strawberry Fields. I zoned on a patch of plants until they started getting taller and coming toward me. I felt giddy, nervous at this, knowing it was the drug, happy about it, wanting to show Nikki, but not wanting to break the hypnosis. This was the strongest point for me me. I kept laughing at myself throughout. We sat on a horizontal trunk beneath a natural canopy, hiding us just off of two intersecting paths. Then we sat on a rock by a lake, where it began to pour rain. We watched the patterns that the rain made on the water as we got soaked to the bone. I let myself zone on the pebbly path, watching it ripple and shift.