A good biker friend of mine would take winter aminitas and prepare them in a pressure cooker. It was reduced to shot glass size doses of nasty muscaria juice. Taking " the shot" was harrowing. It was the same every time and for everybody. A hardcore rocket fast transition into an edgy , vivid in color yet shadowy at the edges trip into a realm where skulls , snakes and ethereal mist abounds. A roller coaster ride in a twisted surreal land that overlapped your normal surroundings. It was only for truly experienced trippers who could handle a "darker " journey. I tired of it after a few times. Everything had skull faces , snakes crackled with electricity in shiny reflections , everything twisted ,melted and warped...... It seemed like a evil high to me ,a tap into the dark side. ........I was a cube guy, and for a few years, the ShroomKing. When I lived in Florida there were no criminal laws against possessing FRESH undried, non processed cubensis, aminitas , or any other. Neither was it illegal to cultivate them in " naturally occurring manner "i.e. own land they grew on. This insured that no cattle ranchers got an unwarranted arrest for them. It was a golden time. The worst a cop or patrol officer could do was make you dump them out or take them . Maybe a trespass warning if you couldn't properly name the property owner. I'm sure that I pulled 20-30lbs dried weight in shrooms yearly. My favorite thing was giving away cups of shroom kool aid to first timers. Many a spring breaker would visit a certain panhandle beach , get dosed by "that deadhead guy " and return home a changed person. If you did shrooms at the university of Iowa in 90'-94' chances are I picked it. If you ever met the two guys in a purple bus with the xxlarge size beer cooler full of dried shrooms at the yearly Suwannee Magnolia Festival. That was the ShroomKing and SirPicks-A-Lot! Lmao. Wild fun times! Peace
