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It made me think of this story from the quotebook.
Jamie, on his first mushroom trip: "My first trip on shrooms when I was about 15: my friends and I mushed them up and drank them in coffee - really strong coffee so that you couldn't taste the shroom. Problem was the caffiene made me hyper got my brain going too fast. Two of my friends didn't want theirs, so I drank them for them. We didn't know how many to take, so we ended up taking around 200 each (some asshole told us we would need that many each to get a decent trip). Well anyway it took about 20 minutes for anything to happen but suddenly woooomph, it was like entering a speed tunnell. It was okay for the first 10 minutes, but then everything went pear shaped. I shat myself. I was scared of everything. I took all my clothes off and ran away. I somehow made it home alright and spent the rest of the night in my bed hiding from stuff (mainly my cat)."
Actually you're shroom story was even better, but I know that wasn't a first experience.