chemicalfan Escribi�:
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toomuch'stash Escribi�:
5 grams if you're doin em by themselves and you're somewhere serene, like the woods or a park or something.
Or locked up in a hotel somewhere in South Kensington. ;)
*lol*
I remember you telling us that! I thought you guys went sightseeing though?
Seeing London through the eyes of a tripper must rock, big time!
hahaha, we travelled to far and distant lands in that hotel room!
We had far too many, like a retarded amount too many. We bought them at a Psychadeli kiosk in Camden and we thought, what the hell, let's buy more because we can!! So we did. 50 g of wet shrooms. It was such a novel thing to be legally buying shrooms right out in the open without so much of a batting eye from a passerby.
So the day after our Woking excursion we went to Brixton, wandered around in a state of crispiness left over from the night before, then came back to the hotel around 3 or so. We didn't know what to do with all the loot we bought a couple days before so we felt it best to brew a couple pots of incredibly strong tea which we drank. Then the journey began. The original plan was to take some and go wander around and go to the Victoria Albert and maybe mosey on over to Hyde Park - then later that night go to Fabric. But about an hour in and it was clear we weren't going anywhere... for a long time. And it's a good thing we didn't because we probably would have been deported.
Finally when we were coherant enough to string more than 2 words and a gurgle together we realized we had folded space and time. We were still pretty gone, just over the peak and cabin fever was beginning to set it. We had to take the remainder of the fine Woking disco biscuits we had from the night before just to reel us back into some sense of reality. There was a Burger King across the way and we were so hungry, and despite having taken pills the thought of food sounded most appealing. So there we were all wide pupilled and jelly legged eating our burgers and fries, still way too loaded to be in public but we didn't care. Still the only time I managed to eat a modest meal after taking pills. After that we grabbed some water from the Tesco Express and somehow managed to hop on the tube and not kill ourselves in the process. The harsh lights in the train were messing with me, so I stared out of the windows and watched the patterns my mind were making on the black soot covered walls as we rode past. The greatest thing was getting off the tube on that freezing cold January night and seeing Big Ben. I've seen Big Ben a what seems like a million times before, but that night was really special. It was one of those "good to be alive" moments despite being so freakin cold. The streets were deserted except for a random passing car so there was a kind of silence that covered everything, this strange urban quiet. And in the distance you could just make out the city noise, you know what sounds like a city pulsing with life just within earshot.
*sigh*
We tried to take pictures but none of them came out. They all came out blurry which is no surprise. Ah well.