I was off work for the weekend and had a huge bag of mushrooms. So I was going to chill out with my old lady, who in the present time, is the ex before my ex. At that time I was eating hallucinogens almost daily, I don't know why, just to get fucked up I guess. I had a huge mushroom tolerance, so I decided if I really wanted to 'trip' I would have to pretty much double my usual doseage. I ate a bunch, like a fuck-ton of mushrooms, and got ready to have a fun evening, but the lady had other ideas. She wanted to cuddle and listen to her new Natalie Imbruglia CD, while I wanted to party naked and scream in the night.
As I heard the first few strains of 'Torn' I realized that the night was not going to go the way I had planned. After an hour or two of 'quality time' (i.e. not getting laid) she said she was going to go to bed. At this time I was feeling the mushrooms, but it didn't seem like I was really 'tripping'. Some of you know how it gets from tolerance. So, I was like 'fuck it, I will go to bed too.' I laid next to her in the darkness, and this line from a geto boys song kept going through my head over and over.
"She started getting sweaty, I whipped out the machete, and all was in my head was 'kill that bitch like freddy'. I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete, she screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti. A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits, and to stop her nerves from jumping I just cut her to bits."
I couldn't get this song out of my head, and I also noticed my hands were shaking, or had some sort of tremor. I lay awake in the night, confused and tormented by evil thoughts, until I eventually reasoned that my hands were shaking because of my brain tumor. What do I do about my brain tumor? Call 911 of course. They can help me. So I called them and woke up my girlfriend and told her that I called 911. 'Fuck, mike, leave me alone' she said, and rolled back over and went to sleep. So I went out and stood in my boxer shorts in the street until the ambulance came.
As soon as I saw the emt's faces, I knew I had fucked up. The only things they said to me was 'what did you take' over and over again and I just shook my head no. At the hospital, they urine tested me, and I heard them talking about how my thc levels were insanely high (heh). I just chilled out for a few hours and watched the jagged patterns on my hospital robe warp and seethe. Then at like 6 am, my very angry girlfriend came to pick me up.
