I'd almost blocked this out.
Several years ago, before they closed the loophole that allowed the sale of fresh hallucinogenic mushrooms, I was quite fond of a dose of the little blighters.

You could say that I was a 'fun-guy' (fungi, anyone? *ahem*)

Anyway, just because I liked them didn't mean they felt the same way. In retrospect, I probably had more bad trips than good, although given the chance I'd go through almost every one again. Except for one.

Six or seven of us partook of the dreaded brew at my friend's house; there may have been as many as twelve people around, but I'm not really sure. I had a bottle of wine while coming up, which turned out to be a Very Bad Idea.

For some reason, I got really angry with a fellow tripper. By all accounts I had no beef with him, I just started savagely and unprovokedly attacking his personality, appearance and dress sense. By the time I realised just how unpleasant I'd been, he'd gone home.

I can't possibly imagine how unpleasant it must've been for the poor guy; trying hallucinogens for the first time and being verbally assaulted by a drunk, drugged up mess of a person. I have felt insanely guilty ever since.

It's not all miserable though; I ran into him this summer for the first time since that incident and went out of my way to apologise and make it clear how bad I've felt about my behaviour.

He said he didn't remember it happening, but he appreciated my apology. We shook hands and played a few songs together around the camp fire.

Length? I probably criticised that too. *cringe*
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 17:30, Reply)