Psychedelic Psychoses
I have written some expressively negative elements into this blog lately and sometimes I wish I hadn’t. The world is never going to be perfect and I am fine with that. I’d like like mountains to be made of candy and little fluffy kitty cats nestled around everyone’s necks.
Outdoor air conditioning all summer to keep Santa cool as he delivers everyone presents every Saturday, all year long…sounds good? My next door neighbor said he could give me a special type of lobotomy in his garage that could achieve those results.
No…no more home surgery for me. After I messed up removing my own appendix in 1997, I cannot go that route. Of course I’m kidding, but the following story is true. I must share it with you.
Psychedelic Psychoses
I went to hang out with some friends one summer in high school, just to have fun and do what kids do. They made a big batch of jungle juice (punch mixed with lots of 190 proof grain alcohol) so us kids could get drunk and get a head start on pickling our livers.
I arrived late and most everyone was intoxicated, so being eager to get a buzz on, I had a few large glasses of the cloudy reddish fluid. I began feeling weird and hearing voices like people were breathing directly in my ears. I couldn’t seem to shake the unusual feeling.
I became overtaken with wild sensations of temperature flashes crawling throughout my body. My left hand was hot, but my right hand was ice cold! Everything before my eyes was distorted slightly. It seemed like dense sheets of clear, red plastic were wrapped around my head, making everything take on a crimson luminescence.
I walked over to a group of my friends and one of them was complaining of something similar. The sound of voices sounded like they traveled through long tubes, some like old radios. This older guy who looked like a hippie in his 40’s wearing a kaleidoscopic bandanna was talking about something that had everyone’s attention.
I stood in front of someones beautiful candy-apple red Corvette, my head swimming, my mouth parched dry. My vision became a narrow circle, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
I awakened, lying in the ground. My shirt was covered in punch I had thrown up. Then the hippie said, “You guys might have picked the wrong ones. If you did, it would be a poisonous type that looks just like the right ones. Look at him, he’ll be dead in about 10 minutes, after the neurotoxins take hold of his involuntary muscle tissue. I’ve seen it happen many times. He is better off dead, after crushing the hood of that corvette, somebody is gonna be pissed!”
He was talking about me. “Picked what? What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Psychedelic mushrooms. Psilocybin. They got the wrong ones though. They picked baby shrooms and I told them to only get adults so we could identify them correctly. I’d be saying my last prayers if I were you.”
I was only 15 years old and scared out of my mind. The car I had fallen on had a crushed hood, as if someone took a sledgehammer to it. I began running and soon arrived at the edge of a highway. Cars were speeding back and forth and I was so disoriented I could not judge when to cross it to get to the store, which was just a short distance away.
I awakened again after apparently passing out a second time. I looked at the clear, black, midnight sky filled with fluffy white clouds. There were faces carved into them. Real, living faces looking directly into my eyes. Some smiled, some gave me expressive acknowledgments. I stared for what seemed several hours, drifting off to sleep.
I suddenly jumped onto my feet and somehow, I had crossed the highway but couldn’t remember doing it. I knew I had narrowly escaped being hit by a car. Scared out of my mind, fearing I would soon be dead, I was relieved to see my friends standing next to a paramedic. I ran towards them calling out their names. I got closer and said, “Hey Kirby…it’s me Bobby…I need help!”
A man grabbed his child to protect her and told his wife to get in the car. He said, ” There is no Kirby here, please don’t hurt my child.”
I realized I didn’t know anyone there and the ambulance was really an old white van. I was freaking out, covered in mud from head to toe, noticing I was naked - carrying a gun in my hand. I saw a bathroom door and ran inside, locking the door.
I looked in the mirror and saw a jagged, black and red face with it’s eyes cut out looking back. Smaller faces like I saw in the clouds were engraved in my skull gazing into me, speaking in unknown languages. Someone began beating on the door calling out my name. I was crying, trying to keep my sanity.
I looked up and my friends were standing around me asking me if I was alright. I was coherent enough to understand where I was for the first time in what seemed like days. I was on my back, lying on the hood of my own car.
They told me I had passed out and that someone had spiked the punch with a gallon of prepared, hallucinogenic mushroom tea. I asked how long I had been out for. I was astounded to find out it was only for around 15 seconds!!!!!
Around 5 hours later I was back to normal and drove home. We never found out who put the mushroom juice in the punch and to this day, many people believe I am the culprit.
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Wow, Bobby, that is quite a cautionary tale. As someone who grew up too scared and shy to even smoke, never mind take drugs, I thank my lucky stars never to have gone through an experience like that. It should be required reading however, for all our kids to demonstrate the dangers.
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Wow, that was a very vivid story… I have never experienced something like that but have watched friends go through it… Wow!
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Bobby,
I have two comments:
1. Objective - Your writing style is absolutely riveting. What was real? what was unreal? You had me going. Again, beautifully written.
2. Subjective - How scary!!! Do you think that episode had anything to do with the chemical imbalance that you are now experiencing? Could that have triggered something? I had my share of drug experiments, some of which were frightening….someday I may share them, but nothing like this.
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Have you ever tried psychedelic mushrooms again since then?
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Hi Diane! Needless to say, that was the last time I ever drank jungle juice! I rarely drink anything containing alcohol anymore as I never liked it that much. I know many people who have purposefully done stuff like this but none had an experience like me. I think it was due to my young age and not knowing I was being drugged. I believe I had an extremely large dose of it too!
Thanks Talina! I wouldn’t recommend anyone to try it!
Hi Mel! Thanks for the kind words. I was suffering from depression years before that incident and I do not believe it effected me in any permanent way. It did however give me a good scare
Hi Simonne! No, I haven’t. I never tried them…it was completely by accident. I did lose my trust in having strangers preparing drinks for me though
Oh the lessons we learn…In this case, Bobby, I’m glad it didn’t kill ya. I can see you doing this as a public service announcement with you as narrator over a reenactment/dramatization video, even if only on YouTube. What a tremendous spokesperson you’d be! Seriously.
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Bobby! Lucky nothing happened to you! I think Robin’s idea is a great ! Bobby’s PSA on YouTube! Cool!
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Bobby, it’s always be my pleasure to see you are back with your posts… I always be grateful to see your posts again! We all learn precious lessons from this experiences. May you continue to grow and reach your dream! God bless you dear friend….
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That was pretty scary! You described the scene very well and I am glad the situation didn’t end up in a bad way.
BTW, great blog! My first time here, but expect to be back…
Hi Bobby,
Never fear - you are not the only victim of jungle juice. Growing up in a beach-side town, the parties of my younger days were always accompanied by a bucket full of something innocently called “punch”. Punch it did! The recipe was never the same, but the effect was!
I agree with Mel - riveting story with thankfully a positive ending
Luckily I always had that wise old woman voice in the back of my head that kept me from doing anything too outrageous, but others weren’t so lucky. I look back now and shudder.
Moral of the story is never drink anything out of a bucket, particularly if a group of surfers have mixed it!
S.
Hey Bobby,
Oh those mushrooms are nasty things. I had a strange experience with them and a date, and we went to see that really strange movie, “Blue Velvet”.
Glad those days are over!
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I am glad you did not mess up when removing your own appendix. I remember the case of the woman based in Antarctica who operated on herself because she had no choice. She was a doctor though! I never once tried any illicit drugs and being of probably an addictive nature I am glad I didn’t. They were not around as much when I was young though. Your experience sounds horrendous - enough to put one off mushrooms of any kind for life.
I agree Robin it would be a good story to try and publicize in places the kids visit - e.g. myspace.
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That would probably cost more than I could afford to spend Robin! I have been writing screenplays for over 20 years and have filmed quite a bit of little spoofs and whatnot. We shall see! Thank you Robin
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Maybe so Emila! I would like that but don’t have the equipment to do it
Thanks 
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I am thankful to have you as a reader because apparently, I have lost around 300. Oh well, I am no longer going to be writing many technical posts and and cannot worry about popularity. BTW, Your comment was captured by my spam folder but I despammed it. I don’t know why it was in there.
It’s nice to meet you Shantanu! Thank you for the compliment and I will come check your blog out also
That’s right SimoneM! I too live in a beachside are although the waves are too small to surf in. I don’t drink anything from a bucket anymore
Hi Menopauseprincess! Most of the other people who were there had only a small cup and were “tripping”, but I had two 44 oz glasses by myself. They are still very popular around this area and always have been
Hi Sueblimely, I think many kids would think it was cool and want to try them even more! Kids find experiences like that to be a good thing sometimes even if it were considered a warning!
When I was young I did a lot of stupid things I would never allow my daugters to do. Well, I guess they’ve done them anyway without me knowing
I’ve never had an experience like you had and after what you wrote I’m happy I hadn’t. 
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Bobby…great to have you back…
oh my god that is seriously Freaky Man*
I was Laffing at the start thinking i’d rather have a Bottle in Front o Me than a Frontal Lobotomy!!
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+ yeah we drank Purple Jesus too like yer Jungle Juice* Yers sounded like a Nice Robert Mondavi Cabernet??
;))
We also did Shrooms + Smoked tonsa Pot + consumed other Goodies!!
U certainly had a Bad Trip - No FUN!!
Did U find out if U really Dented the Vette’s Hood???
;))
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I got spiked with shroom juice once, I spent an entire afternoon walking like I was making my way through thick treacle, like you, I crossed a road and had no idea how I did it without being knocked over (until I got to the other side and realised that it wasn’t a road, it was a shadow on the ground caused by a nearby building!)
great descriptive post Bobby, had me hooked all the way through (no pun intended)
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Yeah Susie…be thankful you didn’t! I wish I hadn’t…but I learned some valuable lessons nonetheless
Thanks Adrian…I’m really not back 100%. I have been lying low…so low I could walk under a rug! I just haven’t been doing much visiting of people. I will soon enough
Wow…you sound like a party animal…I am over and done with partying. I just can’t do it and now I’m all boring and into health…LOL
I think that pun was intended Andy…ha ha!!!! I hope you didn’t try to surf while doing that!