Mushrooms - P. cubensis
Citation: vagrant. "I Am Naked And Fearless: An Experience with Mushrooms - P. cubensis (exp7763)". Erowid.org. Jul 22, 2003. erowid.org/exp/7763
I first tripped back in 1997, my fresh mind couldn't handle it. I loved that. So I began looking for my favorite new drug. There was always a fresh supply of acid in the tri-state area of New England, but shrooms were rare. From my readings I found that cubensis was common to the gulf of Mexico, so I moved there. The only problem is the bastards farmers salt their fields, preventing shroom habitation. But there's a few locations that are still intact. I picked for an hour, came home with enough to fill up a basket ball (packed).
I resided in a single-wide trailer, no building inspector had ever been there because it should have been condemned... not only for the insect/rodent habitation but the lack of carpeting, plumbing, not to mention structural damage due to years of tropical storms. I ate five or six caps while making tea out of the rest... I came up with about a gallon of high potency tea... drank a few cups... and began chugging vodka at a suicidal pace.
I am sure you all know what visuals are like, mine were all that, maybe more, I didn't care. I was staring at the wall, isolated, empty for hours, until I decided to stare at a TV. The TV was talking about me, making fun of me... calling me a crackhead... every channel I flipped to was another commercial or show laughing at me as I sunk deeper and deeper into my mind.
The radio was talking about me, the songs mocking me, and if I didn't listen attentively I'd swear it's announcers were threatening to kill me. I felt weak, light headed, I was dying... sure of it. I couldn't call anyone, or find any help. I was killing myself with my mind. Everyone was mine, everything was mine, and I didn't know what to do. Friends would come in my house, they had no names no faces, they were my pawns.... mine.
I danced to the music of my life, until I lost all knowledge of myself, my ego, vision, all faded to black. I awoke to myself on top of a three story mall just before sunrise, alone, naked, un-aware of what I had done in the hours past.
There was no ladder up, I wonder if I just flew up there to this day. The climb down was impossible, either I had to wait for help (and with no clothes in sight I would go to jail) or I could try to get myself down with assistance of cement architecture. I fell two flights down onto the concrete; I knew my leg was broken, but I had a bigger problem at the moment; naked and in a parking lot that would soon be filled with families shopping away.
I crawled toward my trailer. A few feet along the way I found my pants, fifty feet later my shirt, and later my shoes that wouldn't fit on my broken and swollen ankles. I found a stool for a cane, and slowly gimped across the highway.
The only thing I could think of on the roof was 'I'm naked and fearless.'
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