On Thursday night, I was planning on tripping some salvia with friends. When I couldn't find my salvia, though, my friend C ate about 5 caps of some mushrooms I had had in my possession since November 2011. I had in my car 2 1/2 hits that were meant for my friend the day before. We ended up at my friend J's place that is legendary for the fires they had there and the lean-to shack they have called the party shack. The night was the first warm one of this spring in my area. The conditions were great for a trip. My friend C ate a half a hit of my acid, then my friend W who had never used psychedelics before ate a hit and I ate a hit all around 10PM. C was already tripping pretty good on the mushrooms at this point having a great time sitting around the new fire. My other friends J and T were drinking and smoking pot that night. W was very nervous about hit first trip, but as the effects began to hit us he was loving every second. C was constantly telling us to 'chill' even though we were all just sitting there around the fire talking. Then C burped a couple times and said "I think I might puke". We told him to go behind the shed. He went behind the shed and instead of puking he came back and said he thought he had pissed himself but he wasn't sure. It turned out he had just dribbled a bit in his underwear. Then he sat down and about 3 minutes later he just started violently projectile puking. This REALLY bummed W and I out, so we went for a walk and left the mostly sober J and T to look after C. When we came back 20 minutes later, C was for the most part unresponsive other than a few noises. He was laying down in front of the fire and J was keeping the fire warm for him. J kept shotgunning tall boys and drinking whiskey. He was getting drunker and drunker. J still thought it was his responsibility to keep C warm even though W and I had essentially taken over. He was throwing way too much wood on the fire and making it far too large so we had to move C further away from the fire. Then J broke apart a couch and put half of it on. This created a huge fireball and almost started a forest fire around the pit. The material was melting onto the ground around the pit and starting the dry grass on fire. At this point we made the decision that the ground was far too dangerous for C to be laying on, we moved him into the shack which is about 25-30 feet away from the pit. The shack is open on one side. J kept throwing virtually everything on the fire against the advice of W, T, and I. W and I left C in the shack with T as we still wanted to enjoy the night and our trips. The stars above us were beautiful along with the trees that were touching them. The trees were mvoing and grabbing at the sky with the small gusts of wind. The grass was beautiful and soft after the recent rain. We were sitting in the grass and talking about the universe and time and spirits. W was having just an amazing time on his first trip on 125ug. When we went back to the shack, C was on a cushion from a lawn chair in the corner of the shack with a heat dish pointed toward him about 2 feet away. T was sitting with him and J was still making the fire bigger. C was able to say certain things. He could say "I'm cold, more warm" even though we was actually very warm with the heat dish. He would say "what?" when he thought we were talking to him. He kept asking me if he was a vegetable. I had to tell him he was still on shrooms. He kept asking me if he could go inside, but with J's parents still up that was not a good idea, also he was still puking and heaving fairly often. J started breaking up the legs of the plastic table the was sitting near the shack. Then he put that ontop of the already wild fire. This created the biggest fireball I have seen in my life, it began lighting small blazes on the trees many feet away from the fire. This was insane looking on the end of the peak of our trips. It was also crazy scary. We used the shirts off our backs and dipped them in water and began slapping them against the small fires on the trees. We stopped out all the fire on the grass and we had to cover our faces to avoid breathing in the plastic fumes. Once the blaze died down a bit, we fled into the shack, as the flames were INCREDIBLY hot. Unbearably hot. After a long while of sitting in the shack listening to some music, we decided to carry him inside and stay there with him. We started picking him up but he clamped his hands to the wood of the shack and wouldn't let us lift him. We waited about 40 minutes to try again. At this point he punched me off of him and then he shot up to his feet and fell into the arms of T outside the shed. He got up again and started stumbling down the path towards J's house mumbling nonsense to himself. We had to walk on either side of him to keep him up. We got him into the basement through the walkout door to the basement. Then J started ripping up cardboard into pieces to put under his head. We lay him in the bathroom and left him there in case he needed to puke. Please, people, I warn you not to try to trip with drunk people all around you. I thought I learned my lesson in summer when I tried to trip at a fire with a bunch of drunk people around me and my tripping buds. I guess I had forgot that you lose so much respect for people who are drunk around your tripping self and people who smoke tobacco and weed and stuff. It just seems so insane. I am just glad W had a good time. He had wanted to try psychedelics for a long time, but for some reason he would do mushrooms and not acid but we never actually had shrooms for him to try. He didn't ever want to use a 'chemical' drug. We talked him into trying acid I guess because he really wanted to trip that night and he kept thanking me the entire time as he was laughing till he cried and he had the deepest realizations he'd had. When we were inside we were joking around and watching movies till morning. I developed many killer new comedy bits for my stand up act. All together a pretty good night, not for C though haha. He got up around 4 in the morning from the bathroom and came to tell of his inner adventures through his mind and other dimensions. At the end of the day he couldn't put it into words though. He just watched movies with us until he fell asleep again. This report may seem a bit fragmented, but this is the way I remember things. :2thumbsup:
I lost track of who was who..... But what the fuck was the fire guys problem? Sounds like he needed restraining as badly as the puker..... At least puke doesn't lead to arson, death, jail, and criminal charges
Damn that sounds like a nightmare. Personally I think microdosing is the way to go for non psychonauts.
In general, puking and diarrhea is our body's way of getting rid of something that is bad for us. Uncomfortable? yes, but in the long run for the best. Of course a couple days of this could mean electrolyte imbalance. Looks like your friend is gonna be okay. As I read along, at first I thought the fire might reach him or the fumes from the plastic would be the coup de gras when he was unable to be alert. This could have been far, far worse. So sorry it turned out that way.
We made sure he was not inhaling plastic fumes, we had damp fabric over all of our faces, other than drunk fire guy. It was a nuts night, but for the most part we were able to enjoy most of it.
The only thing that was missing was your crazy sledgehammer friend. Drunk guy vs. hammer guy, a battle for the ages.
Yeah man. We that did happen kind of on the sledgehammer night. The sledgehammer guy started trying to beat up a drunk guy, but got overpowered and ran off.
