Same tale different poster
Whilst in Oz with a camper van for a couple of months, we visited the lovely little town of Nimbin.
First question we are asked by the owner of the hostel as we arrive:
"have you scored yet?"
I've quickly decided I might like it here, as a regular partaker of the herb back then.
Our stay involves the inevitable purchases and excesses (and one of the scariest sights I have ever born witness to, that words just don't do justice. More the human embodiment of reasons not to mess with drugs), and we head on our merry way to Brisbane.
I have some stash to get by with, and we have bought a bag of 'hashcakes' (melting moments no less) to play with, which we do one sunny afternoon in Brisbane.
I've eaten weed plenty of times before, my friend, less so (no I've not eaten her at all, that I'm admitting to), so I'm aware of the delay between ingestion and absorption.
So we play it safe, half a cookie each and see how it goes. We're feeling nothing for at least 2 hours afterwards, so we're thinking we've been ripped off. Another cookie between us, then fuck it, might as well finish them. They're tasty and if they're just cakes . . .

Can't remember how much later, but the cakes inevitably kick in and obliterate us. Our other friend has to get us back to the hostel . . . I can't even work out how to cross the road. My memory is of standing at a pedestrian crossing not having the ability to switch attentional sets between the traffic lights and remember which light is doing what. Never mind waiting for the green man.

Back at the hostel, I know whats happened, I can rationalise that we've eaten drugs and probably too much, and that we need to just wait it out in a low-stimulating environment and come down and it will be ok. Stay in bed, in the dark, don't speak to anyone.
My friend is a paranoid mess, lying in bed shaking, worried that she'll never be straight again. I remember lying there listening to monks chanting out side the window and all the ambient noises making a soundtrack of life - that was quite cool.

Pretty boring story I guess, but wtf, I rarely have a topic here to add to, so screw it, I will! And I guess its a kind of warning to give it a while when eating weed, even if you think you know your stuff. This experience definitely was not fun and in hindsight, would not have ate more than one.

And I read further back someone's experience with mushrooms and 3D . . . I had that, coming down from acid years back.
I had this poster of a Native American on the wall (Athena special, remember that shop?!) and lying there looking at it coming out of the wall all 3D. Everything in the room that was white was glowing ultraviolet too. The odd thing is, I was definitely awake and thinking 'rationally', and relatively 'down' (about 8 hours after ingestion) but the perception was still off-kilter.

Awww good old days of memory intactus
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Sat 18 Sep 2010, 1:09, Reply)