“Memories.”
Yeah, from a long time ago. Had mushrooms twice and LSD twice. Didn’t care for them, but I did have an adventure every time. Not worth the risk.
Never did shrooms, but mescaline wasn’t much different from acid.
Someone thought it would be funny to give me mushroom koolaid in the summer between high school and college.
After I stopped freaking out, I vividly remember being so clear about life in general and my future.
I would never do it again, and didn’t do it willingly, but it did sort of trigger an “I can do this” vibe in my mind.
I had to meet my dad at church the next morning and I can tell you this: when the hellfire and brimstone preachers is flailing his arms around and you are still seeing trails, you just have to enjoy it, or else it would make you crazy.