My stomach was packed with beer and my bladder yearning to empty itself, and so I stumbled to the bathroom. I looked down at the toilet. It was twisting, moving and the shadows below it seemed to rapidly re-invent themselves. After enjoying the scenery of the toilet I looked at the mirror, and quickly looked away. This was not a time for self analysis.
I heard something slam against the coffee table in the next room, followed by Vince's insane laughter. I smiled to myself, realizing he was just as fscked up as I was. I finished up at the toilet and walked back to the living room, and sure enough the bastard was laughing at a table.
You'll hear some people try to describe to you the feeling of an acid trip or the high points of their mushroom high, but no one can accurately explain the effects of a potent drug cocktail. Even if you mix the same drugs twice you won't get the same trip, and so I was curious to find out what I'd feel when I ingested all of six intoxicants.
It was only about an hour into the trip when Vince started joking with the table, I knew things were off to a good start. We'd started by combining our connections and supplies to give ourselves the most fscked up afternoon we'd had in a while. It was the weekend for fsck's sake, we needed to relax. We ended up with better than usual--a couple half-racks of Rainier Beer for each of us, an eighth of weed, one gram of pure cocaine, an eighth of cubensis mushrooms, four hits of LSD, and a pill of ecstasy that Vince had found in his shoe. We split it all down the middle and took it one after the other, except for the beer and pot which we planned to consistantly consume over the duration of the afternoon.
Mixing this many drugs is like putting a bunch of crackheads in a cage and throwing a rock in the middle. They keep on fighting until one of them has control. I usually try to let the beer be victorious, I've always been more comfortable with it. But when it's stacked up against the likes of cubensis and LSD, the bastard never really has a chance. In this fight I'd have to say the mushrooms took the driver's seat, everything else was still in the back yelling at it but they couldn't really take the car anywhere.
I sat back down on the couch and turned on the TV. The faces were moving, morphing, and almost melting on the screen. I was enchanted by this box of lights and couldn't take my eyes off of it. After what seemed like an eternity Vince grabbed the remote from me and turned the thing off, reminding me not to be hypnotized by the box.
Why would someone do such a thing?