| Biggest problem with LSD is dosing. It's almost impossible to know what you're going to experience when you pop a tab. Although actually the only time I've been too blasted on a hallucinogen was with mushrooms. I was houseboating and a guy who came along had these little chocolates shaped like turtles, all wrapped up in foil. I asked him what he figured each was in terms of grams, and he figured maybe two each. I've always had a fairly high tolerance to shrooms, so I ate two and happily waited for the fun times to start. Within like 30 minutes I knew I was about to be hit by a goddamn freight train.
Long story short, about an hour after eating them I had retreated to my bunk because I was so messed up, and being on a rocky, sloped beach with 1000+ drunks on it (70% aggressive asshole dudes trying to talk their way on to your boat because you didn't come with 15 of your buddies and they want to take your women) is just not a cool experience on shrooms. At least for me. I don't really even remember very much for the hour or two I was curled up in a fetal position in my bunk. I put on some music and just kind of drifted off into my mind for awhile. It wasn't really unpleasant, but you know that restless, I can't get comfy feeling you sometimes get? I had that pretty bad.
So after an hour or two I had my shit together enough to emerge from my cocoon. I walk off the front of my boat to the fire we have going, and notice my friend is eating one of the chocolates. I know he doesn't have nearly the tolerance for mushrooms that I have from past experience, and the conversation went like this:
"Giggs, how many of those have you ate?"
"This is my third."
"Go fucking puke, right now."
"Why?"
"You are about to have a very unpleasant 4 hours. Seriously, go puke right the hell now."
Being a stubborn jackass, he refused. Within 30 minutes he was curled up in his bunk, moaning, giggling, talking to himself, and completely unresponsive to outside stimuli. He remained that way for close to 3 hours, we were actually getting concerned. The giggling and talking was creeping as all fucking hell. Eventually he came out of it and was no worse for wear, but he was seriously, seriously messed up from the chocolate.
To this day I don't know what the hell was up with those chocolates. They weren't very big, I don't know how you could have crammed more than a gram or two in each. You didn't even see much plant material, really. I just know that I had numerous times in the past eaten anywhere from a quarter to half ounce of shrooms and been fine, but those things sent me into another fucking dimension.
Also, is there any truth to the claims that chocolate somehow enhances the high from shrooms? I've heard it quite a bit. |