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by Marsupialized_Archive
Let me tell y'all a story about shrooms. gather 'round.
A friend and I buy a big fat ounce of mushrooms a few years back.
Big ass bag overflowing with shrooms. Around this time in my life I was doing drugs like a fucking lunatic, I was under the assumption that I was some sort of superhuman who could take massive amounts of whatever was around and not have it effect me badly ever.
We meet up in a terrible bar downtown and proceed to eat the entire ounce of shrooms in about 15 minutes just gobling them down like popcorn. Probably 30 or 40 caps each. I remember shaking the little bits and powder from the bottom of the bag into a glass of whiskey and chugging it down.
We get up to go to a different terrible bar to meet some junkie girls we worked with.
At some point while walking toward the bar ZAMMMMO!
By the time I reached the second bar, I was fucked in a way I have never been fucked before. No sense of what was happening whatsoever.
I remember sitting in the bar looking around and everyone in the bar was a skeleton, and not like 'haha! wooo! I'm wasted everyone is a skeleton!' this was the single most terrifying moment of my life. Just scared shitless of the skeletons, I knew they'd notice me at some point and attack. They had a moose head on the wall wearing sunglasses and it was staring at me telling me through some sort of mind link that he was very disappointed in me for being there and look what they did to him and I was next.
I bolt out of the bar and look up into the sky and see the Sears tower. I decided I must get to the top of the Sears tower.
I do not remember exactally what happened at the Sears tower but it ended up with security taking me outside and telling me never to come back or else they will call the cops.
Hearing the word 'cops' made me start running away, I ran and ran.
Next thing I remember I am standing in front of some Asian tourists who are trying to take pictures.
I am jumping in front of them and going 'ahhhhhhhh!'
The say something about the cops. Again I start running.
I see I am running toward a busy street, I remember saying to myself 'you have to stop before you get to that street or else....' then WHAM!
I got smashed by a car, I flew up in the air and landed on the sidewalk.
The guy gets out of his car and starts screaming 'what the fuck is wrong with you!?' I get up and start running.
I make my way back to the bar I left earlier and see my friends sitting outside. I sit down and inspect my injuries. I have a massive bruise down the entire side of my body and my arm is all cut up and bleeding.
The waitress says 'you have to drink if you wanna sit here' I say I do not want a drink she insists. For some reason I take out a hundred dollar bill and say 'if I give you this, will you get the fuck away from me and not come back?' zoink! she grabs it and walks away.
It's all very garbled, but next thing I remember an El train driver is kicking me waking me up. I am on the floor of an Empty El train at Midway airport, just covered in puke. Puke everywhere.
I get up and I don't know where my keys are. Gone. My jacket. Gone.
I look in my wallet and all my money is gone I had just gotten paid for 2 weeks, like a thousand bucks a few hours earlier and I didnt have a cent left.
I have never ever touched shrooms again. The thought makes my stomach and body tighten up in a weird, unpleasent way.
Too many shrooms=not much fun, trust me.
Rick Reuben wrote:Marsupialized reminds me of freedom