Roscoe & Mitch Go Herbal

This is the short story and significant experience two friends shared on a weekday evening, a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. Events occur in real time.

Canto 1:
Roscoe came over to Mitch’s flat with the intention of sharing his recently procured bag of ‘roses’ worth $20. To be perfectly honest, Roscoe didn’t feel like consuming the Roses by himself, which for some reason is not uncommon when dealing with such a plant. Moments after Roscoe knocked on the door, he was greeted by his friend. They went straight to Mitch’s room which had been given great thought as to how best accommodate the need of its inhabitant to ‘chill’. This term is what you could call all-inclusive, in the sense that it’s umbrella shadows the different variations (ex: relax, laugh, talk, discuss, sleep, nap, and the list goes on). Suffice to say, the perfect shrine for a proper ‘first’ with roses.

Canto 2:
Some time after they had comfortably settled into the two armchairs who strategic placement within the room was close to perfect, they decided it was time to enjoy the physical and psychological changes this plant would provide. Both being highly inexperienced, the rose-cigarette which was improvised was sturdy enough to be smoked but really didn’t look like much (if anything, it was laughable). Roscoe lit it (as he was the one who rolled it) and took a few hits. He passed it over to Mitch who in his turn filled his virgin lungs.

Canto 3:
At first, the Roscoe remembers a slight tingling, actually, make that a soft buzz, felt mostly in his arms and legs. The light-headedness which ensued wasn’t the unpleasant type you associate with fainting or a lack of energy, it was more like a soft & cerebral relief.
At this point, Mitch was going through the same initial changes, with the associated increased heart rate and vasodilation. Roscoe remembers seeing a smile creep onto his face, one of surprise, interest and a touch of vague openness. He took pleasure from seeing his friend enjoy himself (if only the world have this phenomenon repeat itself more often).

Side Note: One must always keep in mind that every rose-high or rose-stoned is highly personal. In addition, the exact same experience will never repeat itself, thankfully, as this allows for a never ending discovery of variants of feelings, thoughts and emotions.

Canto 4:
As the night progressed, 2 or 3 rose-cigarettes were consumed. The increased appetite was inevitable and particularly strong. This called for a food expedition which was carried out at the local grocerie store, residing conveniently in front of the apartment building.
Food had never tasted so good. The feeling of satiation was multiplied. The whole ‘trip’ was just that much better because of it.

Canto 5:
The tipping point occurred when Mitch started to notice how the room (which was dimmed right at the start) started ‘fusing’ and ‘distorting’. This was not scary or overwhelming, since he let himself enjoy it. His personality was a defining factor in the enjoyment of such a novel experience which unfortunately for some, and by their own psychological shortcomings, are unable to enjoy such an experience. The discussions both boys had engaged in were filled with curiosity and undeniable open-mindedness which is freely brought on by roses. Mitch was laughing his head-off to put it simply. Roscoe, receptive and himself quite high, replied in kind. You could have cut the laughs in the room with a knife they were so thick. Roscoe told Mitch about how he was feeling the famous ‘gravity’ effect. His body was perpetually sinking ever so slightly into the chair, all the while keeping its position (a paradox understood only when under the influence of roses, or at least, thought to be understood. Where lies the difference you may ask?)
Mitch was ecstatic when his experience was mirrored in Roscoe’s and vice versa.
The “You too??” exclamations were numerous and accompanied by resounding laughs.
The psychedelic experience was mild when compared to ethogens, but the novelty of it all seemingly brought it up to par.

Roscoe and Mitch have since had other nights of excited exchange of ideas and stories while consuming the unique plant that roses are. The beauty of it? Its effect doesn’t fade with use. It does not dictate, it suggests, shows the way without ever pushing. One could say that its familiarity acts as a companion to your thoughts, not as a judge.


Written by my dear friend Aer (I just added a little of my magic touch)

A little update

Hey all,

I know, I know., I didn't stick to my new year's resolution... but big friggin' deal, who does anyways? Hahaha...

I do have an excuse though. It's been a really intensive semester and this blog slipped out of my mind. I'm not saying I didn't have any free time, because I did, actually. I just spent most of it being unproductive... but that's another story, maybe for another post.

Now, back to business. I've got a lot of stuff to write about, and I'll get started with it very soon... and this time I will. I'll also get in the habit of posting pictures along with my articles, it's a nice thing to do, not only will it help "feeling" the post, but also, let's face it: a blog without pictures is boring.

Now, I wish I could stay and ramble about my life a little longer, but I have to go. There are 8 people coming over at myne's for dinner and that pizza dough isn't gonna cook itself.

Later