Not right now, but last Thursday night. I headed to the coast last Wednesday evening with a friend I've known casually for almost 20yrs but never spent that much time around him-just someone you see around town at functions or at the local watering hole. I had some business to take care of down there and casually mentioned I would take the boat and fish if someone went along and he stepped up with cash and a firm commitment.

I'm not going to post every detail of the trip but due to his age I am sure the dude had/has ADHD or ADD and was never diagnosed. The type of person that cannot stand any silence whatsoever. He talks all the time. All the time. Very fast. Has various nervous ticks.

Anyway, we stayed Wednesday night in a cheap hotel and launched the boat Thursday morning even though the weather forecast was terrible (see my signature). I decided we would fish inside the inlet trolling for flounder and try to fish along the jetties for sheepshead. We caught a few good sized flounder (the minimum size limit is 14 inches and we caught several over 18").

We decided to sleep on the boat that night and once the decision was made the friend told me he had a bag of mushrooms with him and that sealed the deal.

If this shows properly, we anchored about where you see the boat wake in the center of the frame, just outside the channel. We got everything secured and ate just after dark. We drank copious amounts of beer and once things got just right, we ate the 'shrooms.

I cranked the stereo up to about "7" just as the fungi took effect and lo and behold "Dark Side of the Moon" came on the radio. The friend started talking even more than normal and I had to tell him to stfu and leave me alone as I was headed to a different place. The radio played four or five more incredible songs in a row including "Country Honk" by the Stones. The dude stayed quiet and went on his own trip.

The night was beautiful and warm- the lights and the stars were incredible. We saw three or four shooting stars.

For some reason I had the idea to post on XPT with a thread title called "tripping balls" while I was in the middle of it, and were Malice so inclined he could verify I managed to sign onto XPT with my phone but I lost interest and never tried to type on the tiny keyboard.

Probably a wise decision.

We had a great time. I may not go back fishing with that guy.

^ "He talks all the time. All the time. Very fast. Has various nervous ticks."
Tourettes

A very funny example

Oh .....and don't forget ! Turn on, tune in and drop anchor !!!

Click the pic.



Mushrooms are vegetarian fanboy approved!

-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy

I know what tourettes is, and have known people with the affliction. He does not have it. He just cannot have any silence. On the drive home he complained of hay fever or somesuch and I dug out benadryl from the console of my truck and fed it to him just to knock him the fuck out.

Game Wardens pulled us over one day and checked the boat and all the safety gear, and measured all of our fish. They said we had the largest and most of anyone they'd checked that weekend. (And they check every fucking boat). So we made the best of a bad situation. Flounder is good eating- compare to halibut on the west coast.

I contracted that today for the first time since college in an "Eggs Up Grill". Like a Huddle House or Waffle House it's a breakfast place. Like all of them, one waitress stood above the rest even as she talked to her coworkers about "having her weekend with the boy" and her child playing in the park.

It came time to leave and I couldn't get out of the stool- it would have been too embarrassing. I had to have another cup of coffee and wait/will the penis to allow me safe and polite passage. I forget her name.

My only real "trip" happened when I was 19 and in college. That Friday night, there was a huge keg party in just about every dorm. Some of them had events called PDFs, Progressive Drink Floors, where you drank something even more intoxicating every floor until you got down to the first, where you finished off a keg. A friend and I tossed a sofa out onto the soccer green. The next day, still high as ever, we spent he entire day pretending to be jet pilots...we didn't move for hours.

My luck, I was out of town judging a high school debate contest, and only came back to the carnage a day later. One of my best friends Brad was laying in front of his dorm door, a stream of puke engulfing him. I love Brad, Brad is a great man, and went on to receive a M.D. from McGill University. But to this day, he blushes (he's black) when he has to admit he broke into my hockey gear and stole the recipe for "The Purple Jesus" that was on one of my t-shirts. Evidently Jesus wasn't so kind that evening.

I've "tripped" three times since college. All in very controlled and geo-limited situations. Like being out on the boat, I make sure I can't hurt anyone else. No driving and a limited group of people involved.

It can be very refreshing/rejuvenating. Almost religious. When I told the friend I was leaving and going to a different place it was the truth.

The deal in the Diner was a couple days later and sick and inexcusable.

lol bornyo you did shrooms???!!!
omg
i am shocked!

I haven't tripped in a while, but I always liked shrooms for fun, and LSD for the challenge. Best experience was a party I had with about 20 people tripping face at a farm house on 50 acres we were renting. I scored 2 oz of shrooms a couple weeks prior, and told people they were only for sale at the party. Just a really happy, fun time running around like retards. Only one person bugged out, he sat on the roof of the garage for about 4 hours, quiet and watching everyone.

Tripping on shrooms while fishing on the lake sounds like a perfect day to me.

I did 'em once, when I was 18 @ Senior night in Disneyland, on Space Mountain. Never again, fuck that.

I'm not a big 'drug guy', but I've had some great experiences with the mushrooms.

I remember giggling nonstop for hours ....

Wow Bornyo has gone all emo on us.

Shrooms are a different experience than Orange Barrel or Windowpane. Always have to ensure they are properly cleaned though so you don't upset the stomach as much.

Once I ran some shrooms through a coffee maker, and it worked well. They hit you quicker, but didn't last as long.

That's probably because you didn't get all the "good" out of them. An old school percolator would work much better than a drip coffee maker.

I always ground up my shrooms into powder with a coffee grinder and then mixed them in a small amount of babyfood or applesauce and chased that down with orange juice .

The powder speeds up the digestion so they hit you faster and harder but I also always fasted for the day I was going to shroom too and I usually only enjoy tripping at night.

Fucken hippies...

Bornyo... for laughs you should have tied "casual friend" to the the anchor and sent him to the bottom with a 5 gallon bucket(no Coke, not your asshole, I mean an actual BUCKET. Settle down) over his head ala jacque cousteau, the early days.

It would be kinda like waterboarding meets Spongebob, CIA style.

Lou- I think this guy would have done it if I told him that's how we catch clams.

I'm no hippie, just dirty and smelly and likes hallucinogens. Much like my line, I'm not a biker, just a scumbag that owns a motorcycle.