I have been interested in drugs since I began to understand what they were as a kid. Naturally the way society tells us we should stay clear of drugs furthered my interest. I came across erowid when I was either 14 or 15. I was instantly captivated and spent hundreds if not thousands of hours reading at erowid, shroomery, bluelight, etc. I also got acquainted with MJ around this time but it really doesn't hold much interest for me. I was fascinated by all the trip reports I'd read about shrooms, especially those which testified to its therapeutic qualities and became intent on using them. I grew up in BFE and psychedelics were scarce. At 16 I grew mushrooms and knew right away that I would have a relationship with psychedelics for a long time to come. They really changed my life and probably stopped me from ending it - I wasn't much in the way of happy during those days.     Of course the DMT trip reports had always fascinated me, but I had no way of acquiring it. Even the letters 'DMT' always seemed to stand out to me.    During my first year of college I had my first run in with the spice. It was so strange and amazing how it came into my life. One night I'd gone to a party per the advice of this girl I knew as she said I'd be able to get some shrooms there. When I get there, there's a ton of people snorting coke. Being partial to the cola at the time, I copped a couple G's. Did a line or two and put it away. I had this strong feeling not to do any more that night. So I didn't. It was kind of a test of willpower too - could I stay out of yadda when everyone else was gakked to the gills and I was enduring a mildly unpleasant comedown? Sure enough, and I felt strangely good. I got the fungus I'd come for (turned out to be bunk - on par for the coke scene) and left. Next morning I went for a walk and almost threw the rest of the cola into a river. I felt averted to it - didn't care if I never did the stuff again. Decided against wasting it and [i:fc2ef12d8b]happened[/i:fc2ef12d8b] to run into a friend who might want it instead. He appreciates the gesture and goes on to tell me about how he had his mind blown to bits the night before on DMT. DMT!? He says he knows some people who just got into town and are letting people smoke it, and gives em a ring. They come by and we head to this awesome spot in a nearby park. I took a couple good hits. The forest around me turned utterly mystical. I could not believe what I was experiencing. I remember looking at this girl who was with us and OMG was she beautiful. It blew away all of my expectations. I felt so complete and happy and knew from then on that DMT was my calling. Several months later I did my first extraction. [i:fc2ef12d8b]And the rest, they say, is history[/i:fc2ef12d8b].     Had I done coke the night before this opportunity would have been missed. It was no coincidence.    Right now I'm working as a tree climber - a throwback to our simian heritage. I'd like to do something more ambitious; I have a CCNA, a helicopter pilot's license, and a year of college under my belt but I'm kind of stalled where I'm at ATM - on probation for the spice, but that's another story. My tender hide has seen 20 summers. [/i]