Well, I had my first bad trip!Follow

And it wasn't cool.

As you might or might not know, I spent the week-end in Amsterdam with two friends, to celebrate the fact that nothing much was happening to us these days. Saturday was a bright and sunny day, and we all agreed it would be a perfect day for mushrooms in the park. We went to this "smart-shop", where the guy told us that we should eat one box each. Being the resposible adults that we are, we figured two boxes for three people would be enough, and that was our breakfast.

When the effect started to come, we were in Vondelpark, a nice park in the centre of Amsterdam. It was great, the colours were baeutiful, everything was moving, we were giggling like little schoolgirls who've eaten too many cookies. After 3 hours or so of this, we decided to head-out to a coffee shopt to hve a drink. The effect was beggining to wear down...

Or so I thought.

At some point in the coffee-shop, I got the strange feeling that I was controlling everything. I could dim the light, make the music go up and down, make the athmosphere brighter, or sadder. I then noticed an empty pool table, and told my matse it would be fun to play. As we were about to get up, some people got there first.

And, apparently, that's when I snapped. I apparentlly repeated "It's a shame, it would've been fun to play pool" twenty times in a row. I have a vague recollection of saying that, but only once. All I remember after this, was a feeling that we were all going to die in a nuclear terrorist attack, unless my friend called an ambulance. I became convinced I was going to die, unless someone called an ambulance. i also remember thinking that only my friend could prevent me from dying but that he had to do something. No idea what, though. I remember thinking all this, but nothing afterwards, so everything that follows is what my friends told me happened.

I got up on the table, and screamed "IT'S A SHAME, IT WOULD'VE BEEN FUN TO PLAY POOL!!" I then left the coffee shop, leaving all my stuff on the table (keys, wallet, cigarettes, gear...). My mates took my stuff and caught up with me. I'm sure that, had they been normal, they would've taken me straight back to the hotel. Instead, they thought it'd be fun to have a bite to eat at Burger King.

So, we went to Burger King, where I apprently screamed for Onion rings, eventhough I hate the bastards. When i got them, I proceeded to put them whole in my mouth, chew them, and spit the littel bits out. Inside the Burger King. We got kicked out, though I did say i didn't like Onion rings.

Once out of there, I apprently started talking really fast without stopping, about the fact that "something was going to happen", that we were "sitting on a chair, a wooden chair!!" and, of course, that it was "a shame, it would've been fun to play pool". My friends finally hailed cab, took me back to the hotel, stuck me on my bed, where I feel asleep.

I awoke the next morning with a nasty headache, and 14 hours of sleep under my belt. I was feeling pretty good. My mates told me about what happened.

I have vague recollections of 5-10 seconds timeframes. I have a vague memory of the Burger King. I remember thinking I had gone crazy, and thinking i would spend the rest of my days inside a hospital ward. I rememeber that feeling of controlling lights and sounds. But that's about it.

The best way I can describe it now, is that it feels like it was a dream, or a nightmare.

So, should I be worried? Should I be looking forwards to flash-backs? Or is this it?

I was really shaken up on Sunday, thinking back. Had my mates not been there, God knows what I would've done. I also find it strange that I could've turned into such a different person, all because of a "bad trip". I also feel bad I screwed up their own trip, since they couldn't enjoy it much once I lost it.

Well, anyway, I feel fine now, and that was my week-end story.

And yeah, that's why I didn't vote...

drugs are bad mmmkay

You'll be fine. And I'm sure it really would have been fun to play pool.

Hehe.

For the rest of the week-end, everytime something didn't go the way we hoped, one of those two idiots would say "It's a shame, it would've been fun to play pool"



I kinda can. The stuff I do remember, I can retrace how I got to thinking that.

And apart from the whole "I'm going to die in the next 10 seconds" bit, which was a bit stressful, it was fun. I just wish I'd been there to enjoy it too, if you know what I mean...

Ah, memories. I knew a guy that crapped himself once at Burning Man after a bout of shrooms. His name was Tom, and we called him "Shitty T". Good times.

Buy your friends a digital video camera.

Agreed!

Nexa

And those things are legal in Holland...

It's funny, I also remember having the urge to puke but not being able to do it. I didn't think about farting, but I really should have...

My mate did have a camera that took videos, but he was too busy taking care of me to film. So all I got is this crappy picture of me, in the coffee shop, 5 minutes before going crazy.

It's nothing special except for the fact that my brother has the picture in the frame above me tatooed on his arm, for his son who is called "Ange".

Spooky.

Not for the Europeans. That's manly over there.

Nexa

I don't know what you're talking about...I'm one bad *** ************.

Nexa

Have you ever watched a Horror movie with someone who was high on hallucinogens? Sucks for them but one of the most interesting experiences I have ever had.

Last time I ate shrroms myself and two buddies watched The Wall and good ol' Zach had a bit of a breakdown. He started mumbling at first, his panic growing, and within a couple of minutes he was shrieking hysterically for Michael Jackson to quit touching him there. I'm not making that up. We were at his small house in Cripple Creek, Colorado, an old mining town turned gambling town, and once he was done wigging out we strolled downtown and hit the casinos. Slot machines are pretty fun.