Was in Tokyo where they used to sell shrooms in the street.
It was like $30 for 1.5g of shrooms, so I'm always busting the guys balls over the price, so one day he handed over this big bag of fresh (not dried) shrooms.
So I put 'em in my pocket - thinking it was probably about the same amount as a dried baggy. I ate them walking around Roppongi and then slipped into a Taxi to go to a club called Yellow (on my own by the way). Got out of the cab, now this club is 100% soundproofed and in an industrial estate, so it's not always clear which door it is - so I look around, figure it out, press the buzzer & this guy comes out "Closed tonight, doing a refurb for a big do tomorrow night".
Oh dear.
So there's this couple milling around - black American guy and Japanese chick - in the same boat as me (about the club, not the shrooms). I can feel the shrooms coming on, so I thought I'd latch onto them. They wanted to go to liquid rooms which is miles away but I convinced them to that Maniac Love was better. So we get into a taxi, I'm trying to hold a conversation and failing badly. Taxi stops, we get out, realize taxi had no fucking clue where the club was so pulled a typical Tokyo taxi driver "here you are" when "there we weren't".
Long story short, we got to the club and by this time I realize that bag contained waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than 1.5gs of shrooms. My head is all over the place, the Japanese chick asked my name which I screamed at her at the top of my lungs. To be honest, I was as shocked as she was about it, so I found a corner to veg out in. I got thirsty later, tried to get a drink which ended in me somehow managing to assault a bar man. I was very quickly out of that club and spent the next 8 hours wandering the streets, plotting my revenge on the barman and waiting for the shrooms to wear off so I could face a taxi driver.
Good times.