My favorite shroom experience was with my least favorite person.
This drug runner back in around '95…ran out of money for gas and tolls… Asked me to go with and pay for those … He’d pay me back cash… Plus provide me tasty buds and “extras”.
So… We’re down in Arlington Heights or Buffalo Grove in Illinois somewhere… After he did his pick up… While I waited in car… He stopped at a McDonald’s for a couple sodas.
He went into a baggy and grabbed out the most dark purple caps that I’d ever seen… Almost black… Unless you looked under the right light.
Chewed what he gave me… A few caps and a couple stems… Equally dark.
Drank up the soda… Cleaned my teeth… Worst part of shrooming IMO.
Half way up i94 to Milwaukee… Before the freeway road lights start in Milwaukee county… It was night…
I started tripping balls.
The pitch black sky… Suddenly looked like evil red… Clouds… Was awesome.
Got home… Was so F’ed up… Could barely walk… All off balance… Got up to my apartment… The large kitchen had a 4x2 florescent light fixture on the ceiling in the middle… With a translucent transfuse for the light to go through.
But the way it looked… It was like a spot light… Everywhere but down and at a slight angle outward… Underneath the light… Was black.
Then dude left me there alone.
That ruined the fun… Plus being inside.
Years later I was with that dude up at his family’s rustic cabin to fish… One night while out on piers fishing… Him on the neighbors pier… Things got weird… We saw a UFO… Wasn’t tripping at all.
As soon as the UFO… UAP… Whatever… Went back straight up into the clouds…i mean immediately after… He with out hesitation… Says… You ever tell anyone… I’ll deny it and tell everyone your lying.
I still always look at the sky’s… And have hated that dude even since he made good on his promise.