Termyn8or
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OK Pyro, I'll bite. I hope you didn't mean this as a joke because I am about to reveal things that, well, in front of the world like this would make most people uncomfortable. However things have changed and I am willing now, for various reasons.
First of all LSD is similar in effect to mescaline, and that was my first experience with this class of drugs. The first time I did mesc, I was lucky to have real peyote buttons, seeds I guess of the plant. Mescaline is not all that similar chemically, but the effect is like a turned down trip. The day I took it the first time, I sat in a 1964 Rambler watching the world around me. It was nice out, but I had no need to go outside, I was content right where I was. With mescaline you don't really hallucinate, and I never have even on LSD. It's not really a matter of seeing things that aren't there, it's more that you see things differently.
Generally for example I would go to the park. My buddies were there and all was good, but it wasn't the wilderness and whatevwer they experienced for me, it was "Where's the beer ? ". I was always somewhat removed from my environment for a few reasons beyond the scope of this text. I didn't care if I was sitting in a dump or watching Ole Faithful gush. It never mattered to me at all. That's just the way I am and almost always was.
Once I did the mesc, I sat in that car and watched the sun set. Not that I saw the sun, but I saw it's effects on the environment, how it got dark, being an astronomy buff I could visualise in my mind just what was happening, the rotation of the Earth, where the sun is, all of that. Once the sun had set, I reveled in the colors shone on the drapes of a house in which the TV was on and the lights off. I was invited of course, to my friend's house but I wanted to be alone. I was fine.
Another observation I can tell now is that physical things did not matter. I had no idea of the temperature, but I am pretty sure it wasn't raining. Nothing mattered, like in death. Not that this was a bad thing, but in a way I transcended the physical world. Like the beginning of Ben Casey, Earth, life, death, infinity. And this was only mesc. LSD is much more effective.
Later I got ahold of some real LSD. It was like mesc on steroids. But then you get used to it. On the weekend my buddies and I would do M&Ms, which was mescaline and microdot. To think how high I was, functioning, working, driving around and everything else boggles my mind.
It's not so much hallucinations, it's more how you see the world and the things in it. I thought it expanded my mind, but I can't be sure. But one thing is, I stopped doing it because I valued my mind and I didn't want it corrupted. It was a trip - literally. A trip without moving or even standing up. It was into the chamber of the universe, where you can think of yourself as one with nature, "God" or whatever else you please.
It wore off anyway, it was like once you get to a certain plateau, there is no farther to go, and I wasn't so sure I would want that anyway. I thought I had gone far enough. Others weren't so lucky. I lost friends over this shit, in a few different ways. In some of them I saw a certain ugliness, and decided I didn't like them. One or two died, one jumping out a window on the second floor, things like that. Another completely lost his mind and is now a dreg, a drag on society. This impelled me to stop, and really I will not take it again. Other things I will, but rarely, very rarely. And if I do I will make sure that I can enjoy it, and come down slowly. This stuff affects you for a couple of weeks. And I got saturated at one point.
Don't get me wrong, I had a great time. Going to concerts, me and them and the dog and the frisbee, the usual 500 watt stereo (up to a thousand now), the Chevy van, the girls. All of it. It really was a blast. But I knew I had to stop, I knew that it was affecting my mind and of all things, that is what I value the most. Whether or not there was permanent damage is up for debate, but I don't want to hear any flippant remarks about it because I take it seriously. Did it help me or hurt me ? I have no idea. I am what I am, and that is all there is to it.
Later I found PCP. Now PCP is a funny drug in some ways. While not related, it was a preference for a time. As racist as it may sound, I'll say it - Blacks should NEVER do PCP. It's something about body chemistry or something. I've found that some of Irish descent have the same problem. You see on PCP you feel no pain, emotional or physical. On PCP you could cut your own arm off with a dull bowling ball and literally not give a shit. Anyone with unresolved psychological issues should stay well clear of PCP. Yes, it is a VERY DANGEROUS DRUG. You know those hinged handcuffs ? They were invented for people on PCP because they can easily break regular police handcuffs. I don't know if anyone saw the video years ago, but it had a guy on PCP who was shot in the chest perhaps four or five times and did not fall. That is because the feeling of pain is 100% neutralized, and I mean 100%.
The reason is not hard to figure out, PCP was developed for vets to operate on animals. Like million dollar race horses, you know horses do not sleep the same way we do. I can see the use. You could literally do open heart surgery on yourself on PCP. You can cut yourself wide open, cut off limbs and really not give a shit, until the next morning.
If anyone ever wonders why I don't do drugs, that's the reason. I have, and I know, and I know better. Under strictly controlled circumstances these things can be alot of fun, and perhaps even enlightening, but if something goes wrong it is shitsville in spades.
Take that and a grain of salt.
T^T
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