Yesterday I was simultaneously thinking about the Lizard King and Robocop which got me thinking about the old termbo "You have the right to trip balls" meme. So, let’s hear about some times you "tripped balls." I have an assortment of bad psychedelic stories, but probably the best/ worst was when I was 15 and got to spend five minutes as Mr. Mojo Rising.
It was the second time I took acid, and I took way more than I could handle which all culminated in what seemed like the entire Cooper City Police Department surrounded the park I was terrorizing with my bad vibes and theories on God.

I quickly discovered my theory of invincibility didn't hold any water when an attempt to walk through the sea of cops ended with me being slammed against one of their cars. They asked my name. I had no idea, so I blurted the first thing to come to my mind. "Jim Morrison." Words I believed as soon as they escaped my mouth. When they asked the year "1960 something." As they tried to force me into the back of a squad car I yelled "Why are you doing this? All I care about is my music" and held onto the car door for dear life. They pried my hands free, hogtied me, and tossed into the back of a cruiser. I was then transported to an ambulance, then taken to the ER by a EMT's I mistook for fishing buddies. They were the first and only people who seemed to be amused by me.

The ER was decorated to the hilt with Halloween decorations, it was October 30th, convincing me I was dead and hell. Earlier in the day I had been hit by a car further reinforcing the dead theory, compounded by the nurse telling me "This sure is heaven sweetie" when I asked if I was in hell. The first of many horrible acid trips but with the silver lining of getting to be my childhood hero Jim Morrison if only for a moment.

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Shortly after my first time eating mushrooms I spotted water spouting out of a broken line around the center of an apartment complex I was at and started biting at it like a dog. Then I drove

    Wade T Oberlin haha. That is a look of pure joy. The Jimbo day a friend of mine saw me having a full conversation with a scarecrow in someone’s front yard.

        No trips here. I was Nailed to the X during the years when I probably would have been getting into such things.

          sicboy after so many people have informed me of their abstaining from alcohol during the month of January, I figure I can do the same in February. In the words of David Cross, roughly paraphrased… “it’s been ten years, let’s take a break.”

              Best: "heroic dose" of shrooms at home on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Total ego death had me curled in a ball on my bed and then the storm of mental chaos broke and it was truly nirvana - I started laughing and trying to wrote thoughts down...I got up and walked into the living room (7th floor of a building in the middle of Mexico City with an awesome view), to witness a bolt of thunder flashing down from the dark clouds - no lie. Lots more I could say but needless to say, it massively changed my perspective on life.

              Worst was like a few months later when I legally bought some Jimson Weed at the witchcraft market in Mexico and od-ed. Long crazy story - what I can remember of it. I wrote it up to submit it for a book of bad drug experiences that Rev. Stang of the Church of the Subgenius was putting together. It never came out and I failed to save a copy.

              Funest: Going to the desert where the peyote grows, Mexico again of course. Went with a group of good friends by train - arrived at night and hiked into the brush. When I woke up, I heard my friends outside the tent and joked that I wanted a peyote omelet for breakfast. They had been up for a while already and when I poked my head out, there was indeed a plate of peyote heads waiting for me!

              In the great tome "Plants of the Gods" (co-authored by Albert Hofmann), they write that Mexico is the richest country in natural entheogens.