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Well, last night was about the hardest trip I've ever had. Awesome as it was (after the scaring Caitlin part...), I think I'm good on shrooms for a long time. I love such raw experiences, walking home in the rain in such a state, with love by my side and beauty in my eyes, but I do feel a bit irresponsible about giving that to other people. I don't think I'm gonna give anybody more than 2g of these anymore. Jeremy had a really hard trip too and puked in the bathroom of All Freakin' Night, which sucks but what can ya do. Not that it's the first time somebody's puked in there, I'm sure, but still. The world evolved into twisting fractal patterns of indescribable complexity, for hours. When I got home I lay in bed for a few hours, paralized by the complexity and beauty of it all. Too much to comprehend at once. That, and at the same time, I kept creating beautiful music in my head ... I had been playing bass and my little sister's awesome eukalele guitar for a few hours earlier so I had those in my mind mainly ... Spanish classical guitar type melodies and bass guitar things I wish I could remember now because they were amazing. Or, wish I knew how to write music so I could've done that. If I could have translated such things anyway. Other instruments came and went. The city was beautiful last night, lights twisting and swirling, projecting geometric patterns and fading from light to darkness in clear steps instead of gradually. The water swirling around, and the lighted bridge. The lights of the city on the water through the trees on the hill up to 5th street. Caitlin's beauty amplified somehow I can't describe now but couldn't get enough of then. Just ... life. If only one could project mental images onto photographs somehow. Wish I could paint. Though, now that I'm sober, such things are too much for my mind and I can't conjure those images up. Such is the way of the mushroom.
Time for some pictures, methinks.
Good times ahead!
And I know I don't smoke anymore, but I gotta share this pic of hindu kush.
Goodbye chronic, I'll miss you :'(
Well, I am gonna meet up with Jeremy and folks ... going up to Tacoma for the night to donate plasma in the morning with Vince. Thirty or fourty bucks for sitting around for an hour and a half ... why not? Then back here for more job hunting. Yay.