Yeah, I ate 200mg of "sanchez" (less than pure mescaline, the tan/brownish stuff). Then I took 100mg of pure, white crystals and had my cousin (a doctor) mix it into a solution and stick it in my arm. My only experience with needles comes from donating blood and tattoos so I didn't hardly trust myself to find a vein. Having him there made me feel a lot safer.
Right after injecting I could feel my body start to heat up. Even my eyes. I told my wife that my eyes felt funny and asked if she would take out my contact lenses. That's love- when you trust someone to poke you in the eyes to get your contacts out while you're tripping.
Within 15 minutes there was an explosion of color. Nothing like what mescaline has ever done for me. I rarely get any impressive visuals but this was like a dmt trip, only I was still in my body. Everywhere I looked I saw things that resembled Alex G. paintings. This was at my house in the city and I hate tripping inside but I wanted to be there to fuck with the needle and what-not. After I felt like I had control of the situation, my cousin left and I had wifey drive me to the river.
To get to my spot on the river (a place called "Dead Rock" because each year we paint a Grateful Dead logo on the rock) we had to walk over a suspension bridge about 40 feet over the rushing river. This was the only point where I freaked out a little because it seemed like the bridge was only a few inches wide so I practically crawled all the way across. People on bikes, mom's with children and kids walking dogs all hurried past the stumbling weirdo. I felt a little embarassed but once I got to my spot and put my toes in the water, I was fine.
I laid there for a good 4 hours and got a terrible sunburn. My wife left for a few minutes to go to the store and buy wine. While she was gone, some guys dog came up and started licking my face. For some reason it felt great. I don't know, maybe I thought it was one of my puppies but several people started laughing at me. I screamed "Leave me alone! I'm drunk!" which was a lie. They continued to laugh and then I started laughing too.
My wife came back and poured me a small glass of wine.
"Whoa" said the guy with the dog,"don't you think he's had enough to drink? That guys been staring at the sun for an hour."
I sat up and said "I'm not drunk! I'm on heroine!"
For some reason, I had the idea in my head that I had injected heroine. I felt totally calm and euphoric; it was a very different mescaline trip and I figured this is what heroine must be like. So that's what I told everyone.
I kept tripping well into the night and stayed up all alone in the backyard, staring at the stars, and watching the film playing in my head. It really was one of the most colorful trips I've had in a long, long time but I doubt I'll be doing it again any time soon. All I have left is sanchez.