The Giggles
By Dr. George
A buddy owed me $5 because he hadn't been able to get me all the weed he
thought he would've, but instead of paying me back he decided to give me a
couple grams of mushrooms ($20) and I just owed him the $15
extra. Alright, whatever, I thought.
When I first got them off him, I didn't have a chance to trip, but he wanted
me to at least taste a little, so I chewed on a small piece.. it was a
very strong taste, very definately mushroom. For the next few days, I was
craving that taste, but I didn't eat 'em.
One saturday, he was over and we were cooking up some strange stuff he'd
come up with made from cigarette tobacco, and he suggested I eat the
shrooms. Why not? So I gobbled them down, with the aid of a little
Nuttella (chocolate/hazelnut spread) when I tired of the taste.
We then went on to grinding some morning glory seeds to sell to his friends.
We finished that up and he went to play around on my drums. I was just
standing there, and he said "feel anything yet?" Then it hit me. I started
grinning like crazy and just ran down the hall laughing. After a few
minutes I had calmed down sufficiently to make a casual, stylish entrance back
into the room. As soon as I saw him, I just exploded in laughter again. I
had a shitload of energy, and I ran upstairs and out the front door. I ran
around the block, then came back, panting like crazy, and lay on the floor
drinking water.
A few minutes later he called a friend and told him he had some stuff (the
MG seeds) for him and we headed down to the subway station to go meet
them. I was trying to act normal, and succeeding... until I got on the
escalator. I fell to my knees giggling like an idiot because OH MY GOD THE
FLOOR'S MOVING! He was like "oh shit" and took off running up the
escalator.
When we got to the right station we got on a bus and I sat there,
explaining to him why police officers need to be replaced with robots
because robots don't have the emotions that lead to problems with
cops. Then I explained why robots wouldn't slowly go berserk and kill us.
I had to keep myself distracted, because if I thought about the mushrooms
I started giggling.
My mind was working the same way it does when I'm stoned, except without the
memory problems. I was thinking more creatively, but I was saying things
without thinking about the consequences (which can be tricky when you're
trying to bullshit people into buying shit that taste and looks and smells
like dirt... so I kept quiet mostly, played with the grass and the sunlight.)
At about 6 hours after dropping the mushrooms, I headed home, and I was
definately baseline at that point.