Looking After People Tripping Violently: Dud or Dud?

so why should i bother, eh?

Seeing other people taking mushrooms/acid is the best ever advert for not taking them

Really? I've wished in vain for an acid-taking friend ever since hearing my dad's stories about fellow students on LSD making his biology classes in the 60's so much more entertaining.

you can say this about alcohol though!

it's true, though. actually i tend to find the best argument = remembering complete strangers pointing and laughing at you the last time you took them.

Or they can become so convinced they are particpating in the Vietnam War that the only thing they will respond to are marine style commands and then do all the washing up. The friend in question this time had watched Full Metal Jacket under the influence [stupid, stupid boy] and then a few police helicopters had started to circle over the house. Memorable quote from another friend "Shit, if we'd shown him Apocolypse Now too he might have taken the rubbish out."

"I wanna see my motherfucking face in those spoons boy!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"Louder, you piece of scum!"

"SIR! YES! SIR!"

"Tom, for God's sake, don't encourage him, the neighbours have banged on the wall twice already."

There is definitely a line people cross where they go from aw-look-at-him-he's-so-fucked-isn't-it-funny? over to DUDE-I-SWEAR-TO-GOD-GET-YOUR-NAKED-ASS-OUT-OF-THE-WINDOW-RIGHT-NOW-YOU-CAN'T-FLY!. This is the point at which I question my sustained friendships with people who are so self-destructive as to think of stepping over that brink as "awesome".

I've learned recently that people tripping on MDMA/Ecstacy are among the easiest and most fun to babysit. Especially when they are hot girls and you are a sex-deprived manboy.

I have a positively rancid story about babysitting someone on mushrooms, though. There was cigarette eating, and peeing in the kitchen, and wandering down the street naked. And other weird, weird shit, like imagining he was in "No Exit," and I had to keep reassuring him by showing him mirrors, which would freak him out worse.

No, I guess that wouldn't be cool. Still, you could always rearrange the furniture.

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Do what now, GT?

Some of it, though, we never made fun of him for. It was just too bizarre and icky.

ESPECIALLY if you are also tripping and THEN have to take care of people.

Before proceeding with this story let me just state that I love mushrooms and with this one exception, have incredibly positive memories – including the one time I (a la Kenan’s friend) ate cigarettes before, according to my friends, ‘regressing to something amphibian’. (I did have people pointing and laughing the next day but all of those people were so inspired by my enjoyment that they had all ended up taking something) Having said that, disaster follows.

A group of people who I went to college with and also worked with over a few previous summers at summer camp are having a lil reunion party at my flat. I am at work but come in and find out everyone has taken mushrooms. (Note: ALL are tripping for the first time)

I also take some (well, a lot) before realizing how messed up they are (I only realized how drunk they were when I was cleaning up the next day and found massive amounts of empty bottles ranging from cheap cheap wine to beer to much hard liquor)

End up with 8 very drunk people tripping in my place. I end up having to through sheer force of will sober myself up (something I did not know was possible) to take care of everyone as:

One person starts having a bad time coz he is so drunk he wants to pass out but can’t coz he is tripping. So very scary as his eyes are rolling back and then he comes to so I’m trying to take care of him while one person is suggesting calling the cops.

While I am dealing with this, another friend decides to scream at the top of his lungs prompting a “WTF, Are you OK?” moment. Quickly discover this due to his revelation that he is filled with passion and love for me. As he is straight and dating my best friend this is a kind of a problem for him. I’m now forced to split my attention between his somewhat (to put it mildly) freaking out about this and the person passing out.

Then, the ONE sober person there, (henceforward to be known as evil bitch from hell) decides to take the tripping people into another room and force them to read the pig-head scene from ‘Lord of the Flies’* to a skinless calf’s head (long long story) that was in our freezer. Of course now the head is out of the freezer, defrosting and seriously freaking people. (My friendship with evil bitch from hell – hell, civil behavior towards -- ended that night)"

I spent my night calming down multiple severely upset people, disposing of a head and generally having a miserable time. The one semi-light moment took place when my roommate walked by with a bucket around his neck. I stop him to ask him why and he said “if I get sick so I don’t have to run to the bathroom” There was at least enuf logic there for me to feel free to wave him by and eliminate him from my group of ppl I had to take care of.

*For those who do not remember, here is the scene if you want to imagine what this did to people.

“Simon's head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him.
'What are you doing out here all alone? Aren't you afraid of me?'
Simon shook.
'There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast.'
Simon's mouth labored, brought forth audible words.
'Pig's head on a stick.'
'Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!' said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. 'You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close!' "

Surely if people are vomming on mushrooms you've had bad/wrong ones and arepossibly as much poisoned as drugged?

No. Mushrooms are alkaline -- poison. A lot of people puke. The only reason I was sober enough to take care of pissy boy was because I ralphed my dose early on.

yuk.