Mushrooms and Hurricanes: An Experience to Never Forget

by HustlinTrees

So here I am. It is Thursday night, and the decision to go shroom hunting came suddenly. Around 9:30 I left to make the 45 minute drive North of my apartment, to pick up my accomplice.

The drive there was rather un-eventful, aside from being pulled over by a Broward County Sheriff Officer for doing 80 in a 65. I was given the option of consenting to a search of my CAR or getting a speeding ticket. Knowing the cop wouldn't find all the drugs in my pocket, I said "Sure, go ahead and search it, there's no drugs in my car". The ironic thing is once I got out of my car to let him search it I was telling the truth. After being satisfied there where no drugs/guns in my car I was let go. I was happy to get away with no drug charges, or speeding ticket but that pig made me an hour late. Damn him, damn him to hell.

But back to the topic at hand, I arrive at my friends house to discuss the plan for the night, this was his first time shroom hunting, and he was not totally sure what to expect. I on the other hand had lost my shroom hunting virginity the previous weekend. After rounding up the supplies and checking the directions, we spent the next few hours popping valiums and smoking weed. Shroom hunting isn't the kind of thing you can do sober, glove or not, a certain state of mind is required to walk around a field at 2 am picking threw cow shit; and a sober state of mind is far from what I had in mind.

Its now around 12:40, our pre-determined departure time. So we head out the door and begin the hour and a half trip north to where the field is at, no speeding this time mind you. If a cop stopped me now there's a good possibility of my shroom hunting night being foiled. So after an hour and a half of listening to radio hip hop, on account of my CD player being broken, we had arrived. We checked the supplies and made our way out into the field.

Within 30 seconds of trespassing onto the field I had found the first shroom of the night. Standing at roughly 3 inches tall, its off white cap, and brown nipple makes it look more appetizing than any pizza or Chinese food I could ever imagine. In my mind I know it taste like shit, but I don't care. Its still delicious.

Now ill save you the full details of the hunt but after an hour and 15 minutes we had roughly 20 caps, all active and ready to be eaten. More than enough for the two of us to have a decent trip. So we make the trip home once again listening to hip hop and smoking menthol cigarettes.

Unfortunately though we had not thought out what was going to happen once we had the shrooms. Now logically the wise decision would have been to save them for a night where we could trip in a controlled environment, but no. Tonight was a night for the reckless use of hallucinogenics.

After giving all the shrooms a good washing I select the 7 choice shrooms and declare them mine, I was the one who discovered the field and paid for the gas after all. My friend took the other smaller remaining caps. I promptly ate all 7 of mine right away, slowly chewing on them, savoring the terrible taste that comes with shrooms. It may sound gross but in my opinion it is all part of the experience. My friend on the other hand was having a little more trouble than me. After a good amount of vomiting and bitching he finally got his share down. Poor soul.

So now the wait begins. I'm not totally sure how long these will take to kick in but these valiums should make the wait a little less intense. I made the decision to pop another 5mg's and take a shower. I close my eyes and let the water run over my body and threw my hair. God damn this shower feels good, do they always feel this good? It was then that I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling of the shower. The wall paper was all wavy looking. Very strange, yet pleasing to the eye. "Ahhhh" I thought, "here it comes." I then got out of the shower and got dressed and headed on into my friends room.

The next half an hour was spent staring idly at the ceiling in a rather comfortable arm chair. The pop-corn style ceiling was weaving its self in and out of intricate patterns. At one point the whole ceiling morphed into a green tinted canvas of moving art. This was far more interesting than the TV my friend was glued to for some reason. It was at that time I decided to see just what was so great about this TV my friend seemed so attracted to. A black preacher was yelling some gibberish about god while doing some sort of spiritual dance to some off beat church music. This was all to much for me, I cant watch this shit. Besides, its light outside. Upon discovering it was day light outside I had the most unexplainable urge to go outside. So I convinced my friend to turn off the TV and come get some gas with me.

Upon walking outside all I could think of is "wow". I probably repeated my self 4-5 times. The colors where to vivid, the grass seemed so surreal. Everything looked different. Even my car. The community college sticker on the back tells me it is in fact my Nissan Sentra, but how can I be sure? Well the key in my hand opened the door so I guess I got the right car. It was at this point I came to the realization that I had never driven while under the influence of hallucinogenics before. Well we all got to start some time I thought. So I put my car in reverse and discover that this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. I get stuck in the middle of the road while attempting a 3 point turn and end up laughing hysterically for some un-known reason. Then out of no where I heard this loud sound coming from my right. It appears to be a pickup truck, but why is he being so hostile? It was at that time I realized I was blocking the road, my adrenaline kicked in and I promptly straightened my car out and began the trip to the gas station.

Upon arriving I was witness to a scene of mass confusion. 20 cars in a small space all fighting desperately to angle them self's in the correct position necessary to fill there cars with gasoline. Now I had no time for this shit odiously so I took advantage of my cars small stature and swiftly went right between and Escalade and an explorer who seemed to be waiting for the spot I had just taken. I heard some cursing as I got out of the car but I choose to ignore it. I was tripping after all, no need for violence now. So I get out of the car knowing that upon entering the store I will have to hand the man behind the counter a certain amount of money and tell him witch pump I am parked next to. Normally this is something I have no problem with, but in all the confusion I barely made it out of the store alive. So I get back to my car and begin pumping gas. For the first time since I arrived I looked around at all the people and though "Jesus Christ what are all of these people doing getting gas at this time in the morning." It was then I remembered some sort of French hurricane was currently on its way to destroy me. And as bad as that sounds, what's worse is that I have shit to do today.

So I dropped my friend off at his house and we both agree to repeat the experience in a more controlled condition on Sunday. So now I'm by my self, driving 65 mph south bound on the i-95 while still having vivid visuals and crazy thoughts. After an un-eventful 45 minute drive I arrived at my apartment and picked up the money my dad had left me to buy hurricane supplies. I have no clue what to buy, logic would tell me to get water, canned food, flash lights, candles and a radio but after an hour of walking threw k-mart all I came up with was batteries.

I then got home and realized I had spent roughly 5 dollars of the 80 my dad had left me. I had odiously not bought nearly enough stuff. There's no way I can survive this hurricane on batteries alone. The drugs where beginning to ware off and my mind was starting to work a little more normally. I then went to Publix and got all the necessary supplies.