ooohhhoo... there's so many! i guess i can do top three, shrooms at an abandoned concrete plant, was like being in a wasteland, but when we came out about five hrs later, we were in the middle of town..had to be there. then there was me and my good buddy two hits of sweet blotter at a mardi gras parade in hometown NOLA. lastly, my personal fav, 12 hits of blotter (was selling and using frequent), my girl and i were at a friends house with two buddies. her and i went to the back right before the cid kicked in and started having sex, dont know how to put that three hours into words b/c the parts i even existed in are too incredible to explain. after that we came out of the room and sat down with the boys and watched the matrix trilogy. that somehow unspokenly sealed the deal with the wife (now) and i. the matrix was awesome also.

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"I don't like people who take drugs... Customs men for example." Mick Miller.

I think the best place to trip would be the desert. You already have a mirage on the horizon...On about 5 hits off blotter paper, that would be a dream. Anyone feel me?

i have had numerous trips while camping/in the mountains/ on the beach.... but the time that sticks out most in my mind was bonnaroo either the first or the second year they had the 'globe of death'. where the motorcycles ride in a sphere (sp?), anyway it was my first really good acid trip and i walked out of the mmw show and there they were riding away. it amazed me and scared me at the same time.

San francisco on 2 tabs of gratefull dead and shroom chocolate after smokin a syrian rue extract (maoi are NUTS) walked up and down haight st. and chilled by the deads house then went CRAZY in the golden gate park I was seeing auras and halos for a few months after.

Hah. Back in the old school days. I would come high to school every other day. Once, i came in after smoking about 4 grams. I was so fucked. My teachers looked like fucked up shit, i couldn't walk straight. I was scared like fuck i would get caught.

Then, i went to the toilet. The rest was a blur. I come in the next day, to see the toilets locked. I ask around about it, and apparently somebody shat all over the fucking floor. From that moment on, i will never use the toilet stoned again.

And that wasn't even fucking shrooms or lsd.