I'm not really sure why I ever did drugs...
I didnt enjoy the effects at all, but spent 2 years at Poly, and then 3 more years at work partaking of a cocktail of them on a regular basis.
The worst experiences would probably be:-

Taking LSD and going to a Gong gig at the Students Union. Once the stuff took effect, people became a figment of my imagination, I became obsessed that a girl dancing barefoot near a broken plastic pint mug would cut her feet to shreds, my anxiety levels were at Defcon-1, but once I'd run out of the place screaming and calmed down on the way home, I did find the phrase "E=MC Hammer" hilariously funny.. funnier than anything else I'd ever said.
Oddly the next day it had lost some of it's comedic value.

Taking Speed at a party where I was already pretty on edge and threatening to stab a bloke through the head because he put his arm round my girlfriend. She naturally went apeshit about it, and when we split up 3 months later, I tried to use this as an excuse for my behaviour, and ended up getting the "You know how I feel about drugs" lecture.
The day after this episode I had the worst DT's I've ever had before or since.

I hadn't done any recreational pharmaceuticals for 5 years by the time this one happened so my tolerance was pretty low.
At a party with some neighbours I took a toke on the spliff being passed round and rushed it. By the time the doobie came back to me and i let the breath go, I was distinctly green and needed to go home.
I was woken up at 2am curled up on my front lawn, by my neighbour kicking my shoe to see if I was still alive.

I am a responsible individual now, with a wife and son, responsibilities and Bipolar Depression so I tend to steer clear of dwugs.
(LunarJim, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:50, Reply)