Speaking to my companions the gnomes
Substances: Cannabis, Mushrooms
In the true spirit of communism, every second week my circle of half
a dozen friends chip in for AUS $65 of pot, and we spend a night in our
dear friend Rupert's "potting" shed (ex-gardening shed ;-P ),
listening to Syd Barrett (a la early Pink Floyd) and watching dodgy Jim
Henson fantasy movies.
Okay, so they didn't appear to be working. So I "volunteered" to have a few more. Fifteen minutes later, I could STILL only feel the effects of the weed, and we were CERTAIN we had been ripped off. Bastards.
Still, I like the taste of them, so I kept chewing more and more until there weren't any left. At least I wasn't HUNGRY anymore... There was also a few cones left, so I took the liberty of having a nice big one.
Upon sucking down the very beginning of the bong, I had the tidal wave
of thought build up in my head, which was actually quite scary, since
I wasn't used to it. With every breath, the walls seemed to droop down
a few more inches, and the couch I was sitting in became more and more
apart of my physical body- I couldn't move after twenty seconds.
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