Mind expanding substances
This isn't so much a tail of instant hurt or excrutiating pain but of mind bending inertia.

This experience almost tipped me over the edge of sanity into the realm of a pink porcupine in Afghanistan.

I had travelled to Greece to go to this big festival called "Samothraki" (which i'm sure some people have heard of) in 2003. The festival was based over 7 days where you camp in the forest right on the beach. It was 30degrees everyday and probably stands out as one of the coolest places i've been. They had a clearing in the trees with 140,000 watt sound system! fuck me was it loud!

Anyway, we had been there for a few days and I had indulged in something that we'll call LSD (for that is it's name). I had taken a tab that was moderately strong and had been bumbling for about 2 hours when my good mate at the time told me that he had found someone with some strong liquid. "ooh" me thinks and we bumble off to find it. My mate dares me to take one drop, then another drop about 5 mins apart. "fuck it" I thought, it can't be that bad.

Now, bear in mind that a tab usually contains about 90Mg (Microgrammes) of the loopy juice. A dropper will usually give you around anywhere from 100 - 200Mg. So I had anywhere from 200 - 400 + the other tab I had taken.

Cue 1 hour of me juggling and other stuff to keep myself amused thinking "yeah, this ain't so bad". Then *BANG* about 2 1/2 hours in I was standing on the beach when it hits me. I was talking to some people and I felt overwhelmed and fell on my back looking up at the sky. The sky decintegrated into what can only be described as a kaleidascope of colours and patterns. My head felt like I was on the verge of exploding and I was boarding straight jacket and padded cell time. I managed to just about cling to the fragments of reality that were available and recovered to a point where I was swimming in a sea of spoons and mulch (figortively speaking).

I spent the next 12 hours running around like a headless chicken (literally) "clucking" at people. Oh the hilarity, and insanity.

But anyway, I think I still hold the mental scarring so if anyone dares you to do the same, tell them to fuck right off.

Apologise for length but I swear it was long, pink and curly!
(Happyday, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 10:13, 6 replies)

You're lucky.
Look up Syd Barrett sometime. What happened to him was one long weekend and too much LSD. The wreck he became is well documented.

Scary shit, that is.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 7 Nov 2007, 12:29, closed)

Lightweights
I once took 8 tabs of 80-100 mike acid in a 12hr period and, whilst it was undeniably unnerving at points, I consider it a revelatory experience of enormous benefit to me. To my knowledge I'm entirely sane.

Barrett's grip on reality was tenous at best well before the LSD tipped him over the edge. I'd describe acid as a substance that opens a doorway in your mind (cf Aldous Huxley) - poor old Syd simply had faulty hinges to start with.

Perhaps a festival was simply the wrong set and setting (cf Timothy Leary) for such a whopping dose...

Ayahuasca - now that's the big guns.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 15:03, closed)

Monty Boyce
I found a good story about that stuff!

www.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/0603/features/peru.html

Nothing to do with dares though.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 15:21, closed)

LSD good/bad
Everybody's experience of LSD is totally different but there is no denying that if taken over a sustained period can cause severe phychosis. One of my friends took about 60 tabs in a 6 week period and was never the same afterwards. Another friend took 2 tabs and 2 pills at the same time (we all did) whilst on a trip to Cornwall. He never came back from that trip. He had to be sectioned (literally taken away by the men in white coats). He's kinda OK now but still. I think I carry some sort of phychological scarring in some ways deep down.

Or is down to the combination of LSD and weed? hmmm...

Maybe the people who don't find it fucks them up don't smoke weed. Or maybe only brown fairies shit in the woods, that's why we can't see them.
(Happyday, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 15:43, closed)

LSD
My personal belief is that we should avoid strong pychotropics and other drugs, and take pleasure from playing tennis and that kind of thing; buying a new jumper from uniqlo.

If I'm being honest, I'm with Mark from peep show:

"While we're at it, there are systems for a reason in this world, economic stability, interest rates, growth. It's not all a conspiracy to keep you in little boxes, alright? It's only the miracle of consumer capitalism that means you're not lying in your own shit, dying at 43 with rotten teeth and a little pill with a chicken on it is not going to change that. Now come on, fuck off. "
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 16:26, closed)

Acieeeed!
Some people (most, perhaps?) should under no circumstances go near any drugs at all I'd say - including drinking, for definite. The explosions of drug-taking amongst 'fashionable people' in the 60s and in the rave era led to many unstable folks losing it, sometimes for ever. I know two people in this category and a host of 'nearlies'.

I also think the evangelical dribblings of drug bores are to a greater extent a load of old cock - however my own experiences were for the most part fucking hilarious, but also made me a touch less selfish and less blindly accepting of 'the way things (supposedly) are', and I'm grateful for them.

My older brother got pissed at my (staunchly middle class, clergy wife, Women's Institute) mother's a few weeks ago and accidentally told her that LSD was the best thing he'd ever done in his life. Twat.

....which brings me roundly back-on topic as one Xmas eve I dared him to go back to our parental home following an enormous afternoon in the pub catching up with old friends, to get my cocaine stash. He did, but fell over in front of my gran and was subsequently chased down the street by my mother (genuinely, I promise) brandishing a rolling pin.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 17:41, closed)