Datura... a true story

by trichocereus pachanoi

in my small town in new zealand there is not much to do, so all the kids just get wasted. my first expereince with datura i was about 13 years old and me and a friend just ate a few of the white flowers. we had picked them in the daytime. we cruised back to my place and after awhile i started feeling kind of sick and my friend went home. then i thought he was still there so i made up a bed for him to crash out on, and strated talking to a guitar. i was sure that the guitar was kerry but also kind of knew it wasn't. it was making little whiplash noises. my parents knew something was up but they didn't really know what. i couldn't talk, just kind of mumble, couldn't read anything and my throat felt really gross. i remember trying to sleep and people i knew would float over my bed and talk to me, but when i talked back to them they were gone and i felt really stupid, like wanting to kill myself.

a few years later i had a brew of about seven yellow flowers with two mydec capsules of hash oil. at the time i was living in the main street of town and my flat was just a hard core party house, like, we didn't even have locks on the doors or anything, people just partied every night. so after i drank the brew i went home to my party house, and lost the plot. i can remember trying to steal a dude's jersey while he was wearing it... and then sort of like, mists and foggy shit like, shadows coming to life and the shadows, they are always there but you just can't usually see them, like a region of hell on earth but condemned for eternity to the shadows and darkness unseen and unheard..... and then i can remeber some sort of vision of, like, a dude maybe a doctor or hspital guy raping a fat woman as her stomach spewed forth intestines and blood.... then, it was like i woke up. i was in a small room with two doors, both locked. they had windows in them, but every time i tried to look through a window, my head banged into it. i remeber something about eating a blanket, you know those suicide blankets they give you in police cells? and there were paper cups everywhere. i thought i was in the storeroom from my flat's building, so i started banging on the door. eventually a dude opened the door, and told me i was in seclusion at the local hospital's mental ward. the next day i asked to leave and i just had to answer this quiz thing and they let me go, even though i was still tripping.

the last time i ever did it was when i was 16, i was staying at this caravan park during mushroom season, and my mates jamie and joe came round when i had a shopping bag full of shrooms, joe had about twelve yellow flowers, picked at night time. we put the shrooms and datura together in a pot and boiled the fuck out of them. ijoe was lighting paper on fire in the caravan and then jamie was just relaxing, but i had to turn the tv off because it was freaking me out. then i walked over to the shower block and pukied hard core.... the radio was on because the sound kept me calm... i slept awhile, then the door was open and joe and jamie were gone... or maybe not, cos i rolled over and somebody was on my bed pressing against me. i still had my docs on, and when i got up to go to the toilet, i stomped on them accidentally , when i came back they were gone... in the morning, a pig came knocking on my door asking for jamies shoes, cos he'd gotten arrested. i couldn't even pick mushies that day, my eyes wouldn't focus properly. i went to joe's later and he was really freaking out. he said he could see his brother sitting on a chair with his legs cut off. my head has never been the same since that last time. i can't even touch a datura flower... i don't know why, my hand just won't touch it.