Epic drug experiences
This can either be for self-realisation epiphany moments or ones with mates and at epic spots.
I have a few contenders that I'll post over time but the first goes as such.
I went to stay in France with a Dutch (lol, already in there with the weed..) mate, helping him build his house, restore it etc. Had a great week there but I was a bit peeved that I had no weed. The sunsets were so rich, the sky was so clear and it was just perfect. Wine didn't cut it, and the opiate meds I had were on such a tolerance that there would be no point.
One day my mate talks avbout needing to see the Mayor of the Province to discuss altering his driveway, so we drive to his house and after a short wait, we meet and greet. We sit down in his garden and the Lemon and Apple trees were fruiting, the wind was crisp and the hills were mesmerising. The Mayor turns to my friend
"Wine?", my friend accepts. We were talking for about 20 minutes at this point, and the French authorities can be cunts.
"And for you?", I politely decline, and the Mayor stands up.
"I'll be back in a second"
He walks into the house, and 5 minutes later and me somewhat puzzled, appears.
He pulls out a blunt and a baggie of the nicest, stickiest bud I have ever seen, and we get baked with the Mayor of a French Province in his garden.
tl;dr - I got baked with a Mayor in France
Your stories...
I have a few contenders that I'll post over time but the first goes as such.
I went to stay in France with a Dutch (lol, already in there with the weed..) mate, helping him build his house, restore it etc. Had a great week there but I was a bit peeved that I had no weed. The sunsets were so rich, the sky was so clear and it was just perfect. Wine didn't cut it, and the opiate meds I had were on such a tolerance that there would be no point.
One day my mate talks avbout needing to see the Mayor of the Province to discuss altering his driveway, so we drive to his house and after a short wait, we meet and greet. We sit down in his garden and the Lemon and Apple trees were fruiting, the wind was crisp and the hills were mesmerising. The Mayor turns to my friend
"Wine?", my friend accepts. We were talking for about 20 minutes at this point, and the French authorities can be cunts.
"And for you?", I politely decline, and the Mayor stands up.
"I'll be back in a second"
He walks into the house, and 5 minutes later and me somewhat puzzled, appears.
He pulls out a blunt and a baggie of the nicest, stickiest bud I have ever seen, and we get baked with the Mayor of a French Province in his garden.
tl;dr - I got baked with a Mayor in France
Your stories...
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Another pretty fucked time was when I was during my "mushroom experiment phase" at Uni, and at around midnight I would eat some homegrown psilocybin mushrooms and log the dose, time etc. All like a trip report.
What I didn;t think would play so much of a factor was the interaction with Tramadol (seretonin).
I only took 1.2g but fuuuuck. After watching this episode of the Mighty Boosh
I looked down to the paper pad and was going to write about what I was thinking, but the paper was glowing purple, then birds were flying towards the holepunched holes there.
I sat back, looking back at the screen with this fucked up animation on it, then turned round to get some food from under my bed.
The walls were not as they normally were. Not white, flat and clean. Rather bumpy, darker and more macarbre.
Before I knew it, I was in a forest and I was a tree. My arms were darker and harder than before, and the walls were writing with life.
Epic night
I woke up the next morning on my toilet, pants down, and the needle dangling from my arm.
It was pretty epic. :rolleyes:
Edit: I didn't mean to come off as a total ass.
I have had pretty cool experiences on psychedelics, including finding $1000 dollars on the ground on mushrooms (then getting chased down the streets of Pittsburgh by some corner boys) and getting lost throughout India and Nepal while on high doses of LSD. I haven't been able to enjoy psychs for a while, and I'm hoping my time off of dope will let me do that in due time.
Just got out of A&E (the equivalent to American ER I suppose..) after spending 3 hours there with nerve damage to my lower legs for some odd reason. The Doctor said (in his very, I assume, Dfg accent) that it has a small linkage with my current medical condition.
Anyway, I'm hopping out and who do I see but the random stoner kid and my new American blockmate getting munch from the vending machine at the entrance! Anyway, long story short, smoking a doobie each of Lowryder and Ice was by far the best way to improve my current mood
In school last year the sophmores had capt testing so we didnt have to come in until 11 or something, so me and my friend decided to get ripped before school. It had been a while (1month+) since i smoked so i went back to weed virgin tolerance levels, and i ended up getting wayyyyy higher than planned at about 10:30. I decided to play some grand turismo before school but i was way to high, i was seeing frames instead of the game. I then proceeded to do the stoned mother fucker walk a mile to school with my friend (who was equally as high) and we stared at everything and walked slow and sketchy. In school that day we were having some sort of anti bullying and drug assembly to justify going to school for 3 hours, and i was almost laughing the whole time. Then i ate lunch and slept in chem or something until the day ended. in my town people go to school higher than hell all the time so its nothing special.
Just trying to think of other ones I've had. Speedball wasn't epic, it was stupid. Well I suppose there was the time I bombed a load of viagra, put it to use and then the morning after my dick hurt so bad, I coined the term "helmet hangover" when I was chatting to a mate as it ached that much.