Consumed: 1 pill ecstacy (??? ingredients unknown)
1/8 oz. psilocybe cubensis
1/4 oz. cannabis
? alcohol
Date of experience: 6/6/09
Swim had just gotten out of a long term, extremely controlling, voilent, absolute Hell of a relationship and was in search of something to get Swims mind off the whole ordeal. Swim was just getting off work from a ho-hum job waiting tables at a Mexican restaurant. Swims only other compadre at the outfit was the owner Horacio who lived directly across the street from the restaurant as he had for many decades previous. One of Swims good friends Bike, lived less than three blocks down the street in a apartment complex mainly rented out to older folks...much older folks. Despite it's target audience the crew that generally attended Bike and his roommate JGs pad had fondly nicknamed it the 'Rave Cave'. You can probably make a broad estimation of the events that typically occurred at said humble abode.
When Swim arrived Swim already had an idea of what was going to take place, Swim personally had never tried ecstacy or X, and more out of spite for Swims late girlfriend was going to be taking it with a group of lovely ladies as well as Bike and JG. Though Swims memory is a little foggy, if habit serves correctly, we probably started off with a few introductory bowls and greetings ;D , before all dropping the bombs, yellow if memory serves correctly, with a pistol stamp. About half an hour after taking them everyone was starting to say they were feeling the effects, having never tried this sort of thing Swim was rather unimpressed at the time being. However after a few drinks the ladies begin to loosen up to the party a litte bit and Swim didn't really mind whatever Swim thought Swim didn't feel. About an hour in one of the girls Kaley said that she had some mushrooms in her car, Bike mentioned that he had to work in the morning but wanted to hippy flip anyways. Swim insisted if we proceeded he could not miss work. He promised so we went for the boomers. Swim was no n00b to shrooms by this point so Swim knew to eat them with Peanut M&M's to kill the fungal taste of feces. Within a half an hour Swim was in a world I had never experienced, a cubensis paradise void of worry or care. Almost immediately Bike and Swim decided we'd leave the beautiful group of rolling ladies to JG's devices (they were giving eachother massages when we had left) to go adventure our small town in the dead of night. Not shortly after leaving his house Bike insisted he had to urinate, and wanted to do so at the nearest gas station. Knowing our mental situation Swim recommended this be avoided and he should appreciate the ability to urinate in the outdoors. Despite better warning Bike proceeded to go into the gas station only to bother to clerk to such a point he thought we were trying to run some diversion on his store and threatened to call the cops. Swim scolded Bike and then we quickly headed back to the Rave Cave where they were watching the film Waking Life. Though Swim had watched the film several times before, never before had any of it made a lick of sense, however now under a state of inebriation Swim could understand the film perfectly, and it even seemed to somehow connect everything together and for a brief moment Swim understood the world and undescribable waves of emotion washed over Swim. Swim remembers Swim had a hard time keeping Swims face in one position and probably looked really interesting as it kept contorting. And after everything, Bike ended up calling in sick in the morning.
Looking back Swim would say that this sole event is largely responsible for the whirpool of events about to follow. Swim would definitely attribute the empatheogenic effects of both the cubensis as well as the ecstacy to the bond that the group he was with that night developed for eachother.
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