I don't think I've recovered from my last trip. Shit ravaged my mind. I felt exhausted once the trip finally ended. Felt like I was being pulled apart at the seams, spinning in every direction at once. Tried to grab on to something, but shit was scarce. This evil presence was laughing the whole time. The motherfucker had conspired to put me in this fucked up state, I believed, would I ever return to reality? Then suddenly I fell into a pool of ice cold water(or so I thought, turns out I rolled through the dogs dish). I jumped up, yelled out a, "Fuck you assholes!", even though there was only one person in the room, then ripped my shirt off and ran away yelling. For the next ten minutes or so I was having a lot of trouble discerning what was the trip and what was real. And I walked into a store and bought that shit. The queen got her share of tax.