Ok, looks like I'm the first one so here goes...
Me and my mates were in the pub one Saturday night, having a few post-party beers. We had driven down the country the night before to see Laurent Garnier and had just got back. A few drinks turned into a lot, and a few of us went back to our mate Aido's house to do shrooms (it's worth noting that he still lives with his parents. Oh, and it was 3 in the morning). We consumed too much of them because we were too drunk to judge properly.
At first, we went through the giggles phase, which was great. But then, the trip turned sour and paranoia set in. It felt like the room was getting bigger. I started to believe that oxygen was leaving the room and began panicing. I was freezing, and my mate was pacing the room trying to figure out what was wrong. Then his parents woke up.
His Mam came downstairs, so we flicked off all the lights and sat on the couch, thinking she wouldn't notice us. She got freaked out when she saw us sitting in the dark, so his Dad came down and ordered Aido to bed. Which left me on the couch in the dark, freaking out, thinking that I had overdosed on mushies and that I was going to die.
So I decided to leave. But there was drug paraphenalia all over the floor, so I had to try and pick it up. The obvious thing would've been to turn on the light, but those kind of things don't occur to you when you're in that state. So I spent about half an hour trying to feel around the floor with my hands, convinced that there was something I was forgetting.
Eventually I left, nearly in tears because I thought that I had screwed myself up. As I was walking down the street, the houses began to bear in on top of me. The trees began decaying and crumbling into the ground. I thought the road behind me was collapsing so I began to run. At this stage, I had convinced myself that we had overdosed and death was a probability. Then I began to feel guilty - I was the one who had supplied the mushrooms, therefore I was the one responsible if anything happened to Aido.
I was half-way home when I heard a car screeching behind me. Without looking around, I believed that it was Aido's Dad chasing after me. 'Maybe something's wrong with Aido!' 'Maybe he's dead!' 'I killed my mate!' I started crying, running as fast as I could. 'I've killed my mate! I've killed my mate!' The police were chasing me soon enough. I still had a big bag of pills from the night before, and I didn't want to get done for intent to supply (murder was enough) so I dumped them down a drain and kept running, bawling my eyes out all the way.
Eventually I got home, somehow managing to shake the police and my mate's Dad. Just as I walked through the door, I got an extreme case of diahorrea. I barely made it to the toilet, where I proceeded to vomit and shit at the same time for what seemed like an eternity. Exploding at both ends, convinced that I was responsible for my mate's death, and sure that my mental state was never going to be normal ever again.
The next morning, I woke up and called Aido:
"Great night last night, mate - we'll have to do it again next weekend." |
