The only bad trip of my life was on LSA. A friend of mine sold me like 10 seeds for a couple bucks, and that was the only reason I really tried them...that is probably the worst mindset to have when it comes to any drug. So I eat a couple one night and puked my guts out, no more no less. A few nights later I decided to eat the rest and this time I managed to keep everything inside my stomach (for now). As they're kicking in I looked up at my ceiling and noticed how it was seemingly vibrating a little bit, and also I couldn't really stand how shitty my music sounded coming out of my laptop. So I plug in my headphones and almost instantly this surreal euphoric feeling kicks in and I'm completely frozen, I can't move. The music was Pretty Lights which is some solid tripping music. Anyways this went on for a couple hours and throughout the entire thing I felt completely taken over by the music. Eventually I was just too tired so I took my headphones off and laid down to sleep, expecting a great dream session and a good feeling in the morning.

Nope.

At around 4 AM I wake up just feeling like shit, pretty quick I go to the bathroom and puke my guts out. Then proceeding to lay on the floor until I can muster up the strength to get up, while I'm in there I grab a used toilet paper roller thing because I thought smoking a little weed would help me out and I had no piece.

Nope.

As I'm shaking to get some weed packed into my shoddy bowl I just feel drained. To make matters worse I didn't have a lighter so I had to use matches, which in my state was more difficult than you could imagine. So I smoked a little weed, feel a little better while I'm ripping it, but then like 5 minutes later the feelings from earlier come back 10 times more intense than before. I go to the bathroom and notice that my pupils are fucking huge and that I can't really move my face, my mouth is just hanging open like I look dumbfounded. So since I smoked weed, the inevitable munchies kicked in and I worked my way down to the kitchen. I grab some instant rice because the 90 seconds it took to make sounded pretty easy.

Nope.

Next thing I knew I was on the floor holding the rice packet, physically unable to get up. At this point I didn't know if I'd ever feel "normal" again. It took about half an hour, but eventually I stood up and managed to hold myself up against the counter. Made my instant rice and a very messy Arnie Palmer, and worked my way back up to my bed. I eat and drink a little bit, but my insomnia had faded so I passed out. When I came to there was rice all over my bed and I was so incredibly happy to feel normal once again.

So don't do drugs only because they're inexpensive.

Also every time I've taken shrooms I've thrown my socks away for whatever reason.