One 'good' (here merely meaning 'effective') LSD experience in 1992.
The guy I was with was a classic drug abuser but I didn't know this as he was at the start of his career.
He picked up four hits from Lallapalooza and we figured it would be $#@!, but it wasn't.
I clearly remember trying to play a Black Sabbath tape on his deck when we were waiting, and there was awful tape hiss coming off it. Then I looked at his bed sheet which had rainbow pin stripes and the sheets started going brrrrzzzzzz and the colors fuzzed with each other. I looked at the wall and there were a bunch of scuff marks around his power outlet that started crawling around like roaches.
The next several hours were unpleasant. He was the only other person I was with and he kept saying $#@! like "YOU REALIZE WE'RE CLINICALLY INSANE RIGHT NOW" and I'm pretty sure there was one point where his out-of-town parents called him and he ended up laughing maniacally at them and hanging up.
I started to experience the whole "death of self" thing that other experienced people will nod knowingly about, and decided I would do what I normally do when I am having a bad time partying - go and lie down. Which was a bad move. Spent the next hour with my eyes closed existing as nothing more than colored vector graphics with this exact noise on loop in my head:
https://youtu.be/BNxwvKd_WYE?t=13
Five years later I got to try shrooms which were really a lot more fun. Three of us went to an informal wedding at a state park - me, my best friend, and his future wife. He spent an hour wretching in a state park bathroom before coming out, and she just curled up under a tree and stared at the sky, and I wandered around interacting with some other attendees as best as I could manage... but I remember how cool it was that there were tons of mushrooms growing all around the park seemingly in honor of the experience.
We spent a couple hours playing in the park, and then Marjie and I got the idea to climb a tree. We got up in there but Mike couldn't because he broke his thumb a couple weeks prior and he was in a cast. As we were trying to haul him up into the tree the police stopped by and told us to get out of the tree. Marjie and I said "Wait, we can't climb a tree?" And I will always remember that he responded "No, I mean, why would you want to climb a tree?" And Marjie and I just looked at each other like
Is this guy serious? and we actually muttered to each other at the same time "What do you mean why would you want to climb a tree?"
And then dip$#@! Mike, who had a quarter ounce of weed in his pocket, starts engaging with the cop about how they just wanted to experience being in the tree and seeing things from that angle. When I saw the cop wasn't immediately suplexing Mike I said "Hey can we get a picture before we come down?" The cop agreed and so Marjie and I got our picture taken while on shrooms in a tree under police supervision.
And after that I was furious with the cop. As Mike put it, "Man five minutes ago you were so happy and everything was colors and good times and now you're just white hot power of the sun pissed at that cop".
Those days are behind me. I don't think I could handle more than two hits of pot at this point... I mean I got $#@! to do these days and I know from recent experience that troubleshooting a 4-cycle engine's carburetor while kinda high doesn't really work.
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