- [Yung Gravy] "Holy shit, I
did too much. I am too lit." And he's like, "No, you're
not. You're hitting it again." I said, "Okay, I'm
hitting it again." Hey, what's good,
y'all? It's Yung Gravy. These are my fingers
and this was the time that they all nutted
simultaneously on DMT. So when I was 18, I got in trouble in Georgia
for some shit I didn't do. I got charged with 240
hours of community service, and I had to do them within
18 months or go to prison. So I moved to Bozeman,
Montana for a few months. I'm living in
basically a commune. This is just real Wookie,
granola, Montana shit. The second day I was there, I walked into the
kitchen one day, and it smells like
burnt plastic. And this dude is cooking
up DMT on the stove. He's like, "Bro, DMT, it's time. Let's make it happen." So then me and my boy and
this other gal who we lived with all went down
into this basement, ratchet little stanky basement. Instantly takes the aux cord,
puts on this tribal music. And I'm not talking dope tribe, I'm talking like
you're-about-to-get-sacrificed
type music. So we all laid down on this
ridiculously big mattress that I (chuckles)
found in an alley. And this man just straddles
me, just mounts me. He puts the little
DMT pipe up to me. It's almost like he's
riding a horse or something and he's like feeding me. He said, "All right, dude,
you wanna hit it a lot? Then I'll hit you again." But I'm saying, "No, you
know what? Three hits." Within six seconds, I'm like, "Holy shit, I did too
much. I am too lit." And he's like, "No, you're
not. You're hitting it again." I said, "Okay, I'm
hitting it again." Basically by this point, the whole room is a
samurai video game and I'm seeing
these crazy lights and this girl next
to me is an NPC. I probably hit it
for three seconds and then it's blast off,
it's like, we got it. We did it like, I'm good. The best way to describe it, people always say you
can't really describe it. The best way that I could say
is like you're living in a TV, someone else is flipping
through the channels and you're just one of the
characters in the TV show. I'm at this club
that's mariachi-themed. Everybody is dressed
like a mariachi singer. I know that shit,
I knew every word, I'm just filming myself. And I wish that no one
would change the channel, but the real dedicated channel for me was land on
this little planet. There's nothing
real too exciting, but I look in, there's
this beautiful neon diner. It was instilled in me
from the first moment that I needed to pursue
a career at this diner. I kid you not, I worked at
this diner for three years. I remember going through
three years of it. It's just me and this
one girl, bad bitch, bad alien bitch
that's working there. And the three years, there
was 10 customers total. So we're just chilling
a lot of time. I look back on that
like it was a few years of my life, you know? This was a period right
after the commune in Montana, it was the other
planet with the diner. And finally, the DMT
starts to sort of wear off. I wake up, I have this
crazy feeling come over me. Every single finger,
my phalanges were
nutting right there. The first thing I do when I
wake up from my damn DMT trips, sit up and look at this
girl next to me and be like, "Yo, did I nut on this woman?" I look, (laughs)
everything's all good. I think I'm really back in life. I'm laying next to the homies. We're all freaking out like,
"Oh my God, that was so cool." And then the earth just
straight up starts shaking. The whole room starts shaking. Our landlord, Sean, and
Buddy's sober, and he's like, "Yo, what the fuck is going on?" And he's really tripping like, "Yo, you guys just
created an earthquake!" There's this whole ass
earthquake in Montana. The highest magnitude
one they'd had in five years or something,
10 minutes after we trip. It was the cherry
on top, it was like, "Yo, do more DMT,
baby." (chuckles)
