Peyote for those who don’t know is small roundish cactus that has high levels of hallucinogenic chemicals, which is accustomed to be made in a prepared drug to consume for rituals and what not, story goes I used to be into this guy a while back, I recall one of the reasons we split was because of this recent trip he took to Spain to do a peyote ritual. I recall being stumped on why he would do this, he later came back a bit different. He was the same person but not quite the same, something was off about him. We’d meet as normal, once he told me the story of how his psychedelic trip was I was terrified tbh. He kept talking about really weird stuff and made me feel small. Like if he came back and now was larger then life. I personally don’t like any sort of drug. I’ve done weed and that’s it. Never was my thing. I really wish he never when to that trip because after I’ve never thought of him the same way. Maybe it’s my prejudice and stigma towards the use of drugs but I think my guy went far. When I looked in his eyes all I could see was that moment he described, he was in a tent for hrs, sweaty and naked w other strangers. He mentioned he struggled to breath and think. He said he saw light and objects in the enclosed space he was in. Idk I was really freaked out.