I spawned this tub at a 2:1 ratio of spawn to coir 18 hours ago, I have not cultivated in quite some time and I am surprised to already see little mycelium poking through the pseudolayer. I also saw some little brown/orange pins maybe? But I am wondering if I am just deluding myself, because I cant believe it would grow that fast.
I spawned this tub at a 2:1 ratio of spawn to coir 18 hours ago, I have not cultivated in quite some time and I am surprised to already see little mycelium poking through the pseudolayer. I also saw some little brown/orange pins maybe? But I am wondering if I am just deluding myself, because I cant believe it would grow that fast.
Hello everybody! Soon I will be visiting my friend in the UK, who is experienced with LSD, and I will be trying it for the first time there. The two options for tabs are either 150ug or 250ug, I am rather experienced with shrooms and weed, so I am not sure what would be the better dose. We have the idea to go and watch the odyssey and then go back to the airbnb we will rent. Any recommendations for things to do or essentials I should bring or buy?
This is a long story, and one that goes back many years. Before I start I would like to say that I will be skipping through time quite a bit to show you the most important memories in the story of my life that have led up to this.
To start off, I grew up in a very third world country, surrounded by friends who were very overexposed at a young age. We began smoking weed and drinking at 13, I lost my virginity in the 7th grade, a combination of being intoxicated and peer pressured by a lot of friends as I was the only kid in our group who had not done “it” yet. I had not hit puberty yet, and found no enjoyment in it, I am just mentioning all of this so you understand that I had lost my innocence when I was still very young.
Skipping forwards about 8 months, my family moved to Europe, I was all alone here, in a new country with a new language, and I (now 14) developed a new interest. Mushrooms.
Something about psychedelics, shrooms to be specific intrigued me. I spent months researching into them, learning everything about them and their effects. I am a very obsessive person and when I get interested in something, I will spend all my time learning about it.
I continued researching into shrooms, learning everything I could find on growing them and using them, eventually, I won a giveaway online and had the spores (which I needed to grow the shrooms) sent to me. I immediately got to work, spending a couple hundred euros I had saved up buying the best supplies to create a super effective shrooms farm.
Months passed, and voila, my research had payed off, I had grown about 200 grams of shrooms. Now the question came, what do I do with this? Of course I was going to experiment myself, but in my obsession, I had grown enough to dose about 100 people. I told my dealer and some other people about my issue, and immediately was told they would buy some off me.
You see, where I am, shrooms are very very hard to come by, and I had just become one of the very few people who had that in the entire area.
Word got around, and I began receiving a lot of messages from people I did not know, asking if they could buy shrooms off me, of course I wanted the money so I always said yes. But I was still just a 15 year old kid, and I couldn’t really just drive somewhere to sell my drugs, instead I had people come and stand below my balcony in my town, where I would then drop down the baggy onto the street with their shrooms. I always felt like a king throwing coins to the poor doing this. And let me tell you, I got a lot of stares from expecting customers, when their drug dealer turned out to be a 14-15 year old prepubescent kid. But that did not stop demand, after all, I had a monopoly. Eventually however, I stopped, stopped growing mushrooms and stopped selling them. By that point I had made about a grand.
That concludes my first confession, on how I become one of the only shroom producers and distributers as a teenager.
Now to my second confession, and one that happened much more recently.
About a year ago, I had just started getting into the club scene, I was finally used to my country, and its foreign language, and had made actual good friends I trusted and enjoyed going out with.
So let me set the scene. We were going out, it was very late, around 2-3 am, and all of us were very drunk. We went inside the club to the smokers area, and all just hung around there for a solid while, each of us stuck in our own thoughts and wasted. I am the one farthest in the back and am leaning against a wall. I look to my left and see a very skinny older looking man smoking what looks to be a joint. He notices me staring at him and smiles, and before I say what happens next, let me remind you that I was drunk and did not have much control over myself.
So lets get back to the story, he smiles at me and raises his hand, indicating if I wanted a hit of the joint, I shrug at first shaking my head, but then I think to myself, the night is already kind of bummed out, might as well. I step over to him and nod at him, and he passes over the joint, the first thing I notice is that its very light, I take a long deep hit and let the smoke linger in my lungs as I pass it back to him.
I exhale, and notice something strange. The smoke does not taste like weed, or tobacco either. It tastes very chemically, and with a sickly sweet aftertaste. The smoke is also pale, almost kind of grey compared to normal smoke.
I immediately know this is something different, I look up at the guy and ask him, “what is in this”.
He simply says coke.
I am kind of in a state of shock, and still very intoxicated, I rush back into the club area looking for my friends. As I walk I noticed that I feel almost lighter and way more energetic, it’s very hard to explain, but it feels almost like my brain was lifted upwards and I was carefree.
And those are two of the many stories that I have to tell of my life. I hope you enjoyed reading this and feel free to ask any questions, and I will answer.