Sunday, November 30, 2008

Niggah now you be Griddlin'!!


I stare at the clock and there's but 14 minutes until the weekend is finally over, I sit here baked and coming in and out of a mild acid high from a failed attempt to trip today..

It all began some time ago, before the weekend had even started. Mushrooms had become available and apparently rather good ones as well.. Redzion and I had enough money to buy a good sum of these mushrooms, I had never properly tripped on mushrooms because I am nigh immune to their effects but was optimistic to try after being told how potent they were. Being led to believe so opted for us to bring a third member along, Nero of course being said party member. Dividing the mushrooms up into 2 larger equal piles for myself and Redzion, and one smaller one for Nero. With all things in order we ventured out, heading on foot to the mountain it was cold and wet out but pleasant nonetheless. Hiking around, staring at the slough, and enjoying the surroundings ensued, all of which seemed to be chasing after the promising engagement of a trip about to begin, but had gone nowhere. After some time I had realized the mushrooms had been a failed attempt for at least myself experiencing mild colour distortion if anything at all beyond the overall pleasant scenery on the mountain.

Regretful of the decision to share came followed by the damnation of my immunity to psilocybin. The day had ceased to be and another had begun, and on this other day Redzion contacted me in hopes for Mushrooms 2 Electric Boogaloo so as to engage in a proper trip, I happily obliged to his offer and with some work I managed to get more money to contribute to the days events. This time with more mushrooms between just the two of us. Walking across town to pick up the sporelicious mush, and then dividing it in an alley. I instantly nommed mine, and persistently chewed until it was but a pulpy liquid of drug. Due to how fucking cold and wet outside it was we designated our trip toward a friend's place. Feeling kind of high from time to time, it was there but never elevated to the point of tripping and found that the most gratifying part of the experience was how incredibly comfortable I was sitting there, and listening to music which seemed to effect the mushrooms the most, with mild auditory distortion, and displacement. It was finally dark out and we decided to go walk and look at the night time scenery which included Christmas lights and other such bright wonders. He went home, and I'd returned to my friends. Again, another failed attempt but this time mostly on my friends wallet. The party I was with headed over to Randy's where it was the night's saving point was getting baked and playing Smash Bros Brawl and learning of an acid contact, which was excellent as the last time I has done LSD it was an amazing experience encompassing many elements to what was essentially "The Perfect Trip." I'd started at around noon gone up to the mountain where heavy visualizations came to me, colours were amplified to the point of glowing off of the object it was, and I had wandered the mountain barefoot in the earth of the mountain enjoying every facet of the experience and when I had come down off the mountain it was only the start of a vast journey. Going off into the night, the tail lights on cars were streaming ten fifteen feet behind them glowing brightly. ...Reminiscing that experience is an experience in of itself.

Sunday.. the last day... Acid day......

Up before noon and already, plans for a third attempt to trip had been brewed. Again, the regular three being myself Redzion, and Nero were the subjects. Pitching our money together we were able to purchase 1.5 blotters a piece. Onto the tongue they went, and out we went. Our journey had been directed to that of the Mall's as it was almost December, the Christmas decorations, and lights would be strewn about along awesome childrens toys to look at and what not. I felt myself coming up in the mall slight visual distortion here and there, but also receiving the acid mindset wherein your thought patterns differ and you can literally feel and think differently. I had excitedly awaited the trip that was to come. We visited many different stores in both malls, enjoying the scene and went to Canadian Tire where I lived a life of enjoyment and was enthralled with EVERYTHING the brightly coloured liquids, the tall isles looming over me, the lamps section, and everything else. Still yet the acid high had not broken thresh hold and I had declared it the final failure in my weekend of attempts. Returning from the mall, Redzion went home and I went to Nero's. I started cleaning the bowl to my bubbler and got a decent sized ball of resin that I didn't expect, and then some massive resin globbage from the stem, this incited my nigh OCD scraping mindset, and I scraped that motherfucker cleaaaaan as can be. But then came the dilemma of consuming this substance, as I could put it in my bubbler but hot knifing it would be way more efficient and a better use of it. Couldn't hot knife in his kitchen it was too early and his family was bound to notice, so in despair we thought. And then Nero has an idea, a legendary one... his idea was the heart and soul to this post his idea was...


THE GRIDDLER!!


We took that amazing hunk of metal and raw Griddling power into his room, plugged it in set it to Griddle at 420 degrees on SEAR mode and BAM!! we had fucking hot knives ready to go. The Griddler is a fine accessory for portable, plug in, hot knives, and there is a surefire pimp festival to go down from use of The Griddler. From the comfort of our seats, we took beaner after beaner via a modified lightsaber as the hooter, Niggah, we was GRIDDLIN'!! It was the final redemption to a multitude of failure. Ripped and ready to make my leave I was poured a bag of muncha-cruncha-liscious nesquik cereal, it was a delicious and chocolatey snack for the return home. Walking all the way home, I went to my room to remove my jacket, seating myself at my computer..... I stare at the clock and there's but 14 minutes until the weekend is finally over, I sit here baked and coming in and out of a mild acid high from a failed attempt to trip today..

4 comments:

Redzion said...

If only we had some cannabis earlier.

NERO said...

Nigga we be GIDDLIN.

insomniac said...

No, Nigga, we was GRIDDLIN'!!.

NERO said...

Nigga I be bad at pressing all the keys.