mine i was 18yo (im 35 now)

my step father (only male role moled in my life)
was sentenced to 5 years
3 years 3 months on reduced sentance

i had too be driven home from the court room and a friend picked up my moto

in a effort too try cheer me up that night.
a few friends raided my lsd stash and forced me tooo drop acid with them.

it did not work

i spent the next 8 hours or so looking at my walls (i lived in a massive house),my room was nearly as big as my house now

their was writing all over the walls elvish like (i could not read it)
but was really fucking upset their was noway i was gonna clean it in time ?for what i dont know(my room was a fucking mess) pure party room,i could have held ballroom dances in it.

only take lsd if your in a decent mood ,it really fucks with you if your in a bad point of your life.

ive never been that depressed in my life since (close but not)

Totally agree. Not a pick me up.

Sometimes even if you feel right, when your going into it, it can twist sideways emotionally. Ive noticed with my bad trips,its like a hill, almost imposible to climb up, and keeps getting steeper.

My bad trips were clicked in, and i would get rolling memories of bad times, or disgusting irony. If I didnt't concentrate enough, everything out of everyones mouth was gibberish, like it was originally. English is a really fucking stupid sounding languge if you don't know it.

I guess I am pretty lucky, I never had a bad trip with psycadelics (acid and schrooms). I enjoyed the drug very much and had great times on them.

If I can say that I have had a bad experience with any drug it has been with alcohol and nicotine. Both fucked up my health and life in general and should be avoided at all costs.

I believe it was those two that fucked up my trips. Before my first real bad mushroom trip, I had never inhaled tobbacco. For that trip i had smoked several times with my brothers friends, so obviously i smoked when i was high on shrooms. After that I was addicted to smokes for the briefest time possible. I noticed when i started to get the undermining death feeling that i got durring my anti-trips (aka bad trips), and then my buddy gave me a smoke and it went away. I had a horrible day that day and i kept asking my friends for ciggarettes. The next day I quit for the rest of summer. I still smoke them occasionally when they make me, but honestly, Im reminded of all the bullshit they put me through, and i didnt even know them that well, I can never get along with them. I maybe smoke half the smoke and put it out, i dont inhale it like i used to, and it tastes like pure death in my mouth. Enfact when ever they ask me to come out for a smoke these days, i will just go out there and stand in the FUCKING cold with them, and they will be lucky to get a drag into me.

Fuck you nicotine, so proud and loud about being the most addictive thing on the planet.

My worst trip has gotta be my first trip. I took too much for my own good, and had insane constant deja vous for a good couple of hours thinking im stuck in a portal in space and time and could not escape. The world had stopped and I was stuck in it by myself. All alone. I even went online and told my friend i would never blaze again.hahahaha

Every badtrip, just made me love cannabis more,just totally mae mereview all my addictive reasonings

The worst trip I've ever had was the one i could not remember.

I ate a bunch of shrooms a couple of years back not really sure as to how much but it was a lot. Anyway the whole trip after the first half hour- 45 minutes i can't remember. When I cam down I was in my back yard naked, I'm really surprised the neighbors didn't call the police.

The first time I did shrooms I was already drunk. The trip itself wasn't that bad, all though I refused to be alone and had to wake up my room mate at 430am to spend time with me.

The next day I had the worst hangover imaginable, I was shaking and felt completely drained in every way, physically emotionally spiritually you name it....

Doing drugs when your drunk is a bad idea.

Definitely too much shrooms will be scarier than too much acide or too much anything else... i've been terrified on everything but there is something so authentic about the mushroom feeling that when fear has stricken, it has made me literally grab onto my friends arm for dear life and beg him not to let my body run away from me (!?)

Tell me now... how the HELL is my body going to run away from me!?!

HAHAHAHAHAHA

My worst trip was on shrooms. Some friends and I bought an ounce for a really great price and they began tripping before I got home from work. Each of them injested around 3 grams of stems and tops and by the time I got home from work they were acting like a bunch of asshats hysterically laughing and being overall idiots. After asking about 30 times where my shrooms were I finally got my 9 grams I paid for and I was so pissed at them acting like a fool that I began to eat the whole bag. I am quite experienced in tripping and have had shrooms at least 20 times before this and was an avid "acidhead", and I have taken a larger quantity of shrooms on several occasions but this batch was too powerful for me to handle. After calling all my friends pussies and telling them how much of a hard ass I was, and against their warnings.. I injested the whole 9 grams and sat down to roll up some hydro in a nice big blunt. Before the blunt was over I felt poisoned and sickly. After about 20-30 minutes the whole room was pulsing and the smoke seemed so thick I couldn't really see the ceiling. I felt like my soul was traveling outside my body.

About this time we decided to go to a friends house. All of us were blistered and we had a 16 year old girl with no license driving us. Everywhere I looked I saw cops.. cops... everywhere.. they were trying to get me!!! I was freaking out horribly I just knew we were going to be pulled and exposed for the tripping bunch of monkeys that we were. Eventually i felt like pins were sticking me in my face and neck and hands.. I literally felt green and poisoned and panic overcame me. The whole world was breathing and growing and moving around me, trying to swallow me in to some unknown abyss and I was sure I had overdosed. After threatening to jump out of the car my friends took me home and left me there with my wicked wicked ex girlfriend.

By this time I'm completely tripping nuts and i'm basicly crawling around on my knees while shes cursing and screaming the worst profanitys you can imagine. I was sure I was poisoned. I begged someone to call a doctor but she wouldn't she just kept cursing me and telling me how much of a fuckup I was and reminding me of how much weed I had in the house. Finally I got enough sense about me to crawl in to the bathroom and purge my stomache.. a wonderful shower of mushroom heads and stems came rushing from my stomache as the toilet bowl breathed before me. I had never been so sick in my life. I crawled myself in to a dark bedrom where I lay in total body convulsions. In my mind my dead relatives were gathered there.. mind you not in body.. but they were all in my mind, communicating with me.. trying to ease my mind as I thought I was passing over to wherever the hell this horrid mushroom was taking me.

At the time I was training "temple style" (6 hours a day, 6 days a week) in kung fu under a well know Sifu in my area. I began to explain the origins and basics of Shaolin Kung Fu to my dead relatives who had gathered in my room to comfort me on my transition to the afterlife. My body twitched and convulsed so hard.. I just couldn't make it stop. I was afraid to call an ambulance because of the pounds of weed I had in my house. I was sure that this was it.. my last moments on earth. For hours and hours I conversated with dead relatives about kung fu to the background noise of my fiance screaming. I gripped the floor around my bed so hard I tore the skin from my fingers and left bloody imprints of knuckles in the carpet in my bedroom.. it was terrible.

After many many endless hours my relatives went away and the convulsions did also. A terrible dread and horror had overtaken me along with the walls and floor breathing. Never in my life had I tripped this long on shrooms.. ever. I was sure it was supposed to be over and it just wouldn't go away. I tried to call in to work but my boss wasn't hearing it. Eventually a few hours later.. with no sleep, still tripping, hands bloody and torn to pieces.. I had to go to work.

I worked in a local corner store and when I got there the first words out of my boss' mouth were "you don't look so good". I thought NO SHIT ASSHOLE WHY DO YOU THINK I TRIED TO CALL IN!! For the whole day I was weirded out and I thought all my customers were thinking devious and horrible thoughts about me. When I eventually came down I swore off mushrooms forever. Still to this day I haven't taken any mushroom. My friends called me the next day to check on me.. they all had a great time and were ready to trip again that night but not me.. it was the end of my mushroom days.

(another funny shroom story)

A friend of mine had taken the same shrooms a bit later and was riding in the car with some other friends when he started crying. He was already drunk and he took a good bit of shroom tops. My friend asked why he was crying and the guy just said "man I shit myself".. he was crying like a baby but he never really did shit himself.