As much as it takes a dent in my morality to say it, no use lying on the interbutts.
I've tried only 3 things as of thus, and it shall pertain this way.
Drinking (which I love)
Smoking weed (which isn't anything spectacular. Don't do it, but tried it)
And shrooms (love it with all my heart. Also, hate it with all my heart.)
Drinking: First tried it 6 months back at my brother's graduation. Played drunken guitar hero for the first time (
http://youtube.com/watch?v=f4-lVkQoCi0 ) lolar.
Inevitably, I didn't do anything much after, until my friend invited me to go smoke with him. He convinced me it was really relaxing and I said, sure, i'll try it.
First time I did it, nothing really happened. I was myself.
Second time I did it, I was so tripped out, everything was weird, but I ended up using my whole 'high' to throw up.
Third time I did it, I was determined just to see what it would be like being high and enjoying it. Happened, was pretty fun. WAAAAAAAAAY over hyped though.
Lastly, on new years, I decided to try shrooms. I personally am fascinated with hallucination. It's just ****ing cool thinking about seeing weird ass **** that isn't there. That's my opinion though.
Anyways, took shrooms on new years with my bud hunter and his friend Scotty. We ended up playing rock band for about 5-6 hours. One of the best nights of my life. I only saw one visual. That one movie where that kid is riding his tricycle down the hallway and he see's the two dead twin girls "Come play with us". I saw those two girls, and I wasn't scared at all. I just started laughing my ass off.
and that night, I felt skinny. I actually felt skinny for the first time. It was ****ing amazing feeling that light. Best part is, shrooms did good for me. I work out now and am trying as hard as I can to lose this weight. It was just a great feeling thinking I felt really skinny.
Anyways, and then of course, with that great night, last friday I took them again, this time in an unfamiliar place and with about 40-50 unfamiliar people.
I had a bad trip this time and felt like my mind was trapped in hell. It was sooooo bad. Ended up almost breaking my finger, scratched my face with fingernails (dug em in and peeled skin), and I almost stabbed myself in the gut with a kitchen knife. And the head too.
Regardless, I won't be getting high or shroomed any time soon. But getting drunk is still fun.
My final saying goes: I only go drinking and maybe smoking once every about 3 months. Maybe twice. I don't like to go out and do it often as it'd go against near everything I stand for, and I'd be a hypocrite if I did. But I see nothing wrong with letting loose every once in a while