But why am I blitzed on the floor with a sketchy dealer in my apartment?

I go outside to buy my drugs like a gentleman. If the cops come calling just tell them Dave's not here man.

Now that the goal posts are squarely on the moon, let's put them back into their original position. We've established that your dealer isn't trip sitting in the absence of an experienced friend. So who is?

Where did we establish this? If you don't personally have an experienced friend willing to do this you can always go out and make one. That would also allow for safer and easier access to the illicit substances.

If that is too overwhelming and difficult perhaps you're not ready for the experience in the first place. This isn't a dig at anybody.

The absolute necessity for a guide is also a completely baseless claim. It is prudent advice I suppose but nobody can really promise you a risk free trip or good results.

This is hardly uncharted territory. I'd start with reading some Terence McKenna rather than taking advice from randoms online/offline.

There is a reasonable body of work and advice on the subject available for those who seek it but you need to use your own judgment, and have good judgment.

Paying for an authority figure (note that I specifically opted not to use the word expert) to do your thinking for you doesn't always work.

Am I talking to a sober person, or are you still tripping from your first hit of my writing?

If you are afraid of your dealer don't tell them your address. Also, find a not scary one. Meet in public. I don't understand your scenario.

Also if your therapist is selling you shrooms that is still a felony for both of you despite them having a license. The license is for therapy only, not a get out of jail free card.

If a researcher is administering shrooms as part of a study I think you can relax about your car being stolen buddy. Or take the bus there just in case. :P

Yeah, still tripping

You said: "I suggest that a risk you could incur is your dealer stealing from you while you're blitzed on the floor of your apartment."

And I suggested there's no reason your dealer should ever know where you live. So your best response is to call me high. Alright'y then, heh.

Reread the following and then re-evaluate what I've written in that context:

> Not everybody can find a seasoned psychonaut, though. The closest they'll have access to is their drug dealer.

Nowhere did I suggest that anything following that was a good idea.

My apologies if I misunderstood.