I did it twice, and enjoyed it both times, but realised quite quickly that when my friends were coming down, I would still be high as a kite. For them, it was a twelve hour experience; for me, twenty-four.
The second time is still burned into my memory, as when my friends started coming down, I took a bus-trip to Bristol, wandered around some of my favourite stores (record stores, metal clothing stores and comic stores), and spent the journey home delightedly reading a Spider-Man comic.
For me, both times I can safely say that afterwards, I wasn’t exactly the same person I had been before, and that my world view was significantly altered.
I also never experienced LSD-induced hallucinations, which to be honest, was a little disappointing at the time.
It’s something I wouldn’t choose to do lightly if at all now, but at the same time, I’m grateful that I had the experience.
