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Oh man, I'm flashing back to the weekend I picked up Pink Floyd's "Animals" album. It was the entire soundtrack for 48 hrs. Happy days.
 
I need a nap.

Heck, I could do that one now! 

Hi,
 
I had a few of those in my time ... they were good, too!

Purple Haze are in my brain.....
 

Breathing bathroom towels anyone?

Those really wet looking glossy bathroom walls with brilliant white lighting were the best!

Hi,
 
The best one I ever took, I had to actually stop at a restaurant on the way home, to just allow things to slow down and catch my breath. And you know it ... the pink wall, was all over the place in every weird combination possible, and the people were ... but all in all, the challenge was driving home from there. Took me almost 20 minutes from La Cumbre Plaza to Patterson Avenue in Santa Barbara ... and I did not take the freeway! Normally that is a 10 minute drive if that!
 
All in all, never had any bad issues with any of them, although some were cut with speed, and that was not as much fun. Ingrid and I did some together, as did one other girlfriend at a different time, and both of those were very nice experiences and then some. The shower scene with Ingrid was even more fun! The water felt great ... but the feeling was ... yeah!!!!! And that waterbed was far out!

Well, all things considered I imagine it is best that the past remain the past. It certainly was fun though but nah... I've found that thinking about things you did when you were young is a WHOLE lot better than actually doing any of them.
 
I did take 16 of them one night, 4 every two hours. About 45 minutes after the last 4 I became extremely heavy, I couldn't move off the couch. Things were flying past my eyes top to bottom similar to what a slot machine does... then in about 15 minutes I was down, almost completely straight. It was weird, but it is supposed to be weird right?
Blue Cheer, two tabs. Someone said, they are weak , you need two.. so I dd. Then someone said, ACK.. he took TWO!! The last thing I remember is someone's dad pulling up in front of the house, the car was leaning forward and alive. I looked down at the coffee table and it pulled apart like a Milky Way bar. Then I was a comet and all I knew as '"I am". Another time a friend and I made a three hour drive to Atlanta. We copped two tabs of something from a girl on the strip. We walked into the Community Crisis Center" on Peachtree to make the deal. She tried to warn us a couple of times that they were 8-way hits... but they were small tabs. My friend was the paranoid sort and insisted that we down them on the spot. We just made it a few blocks back to the motel and into the room... the next thing I remember is waking up a little after 3:00 AM, laying on my bed looking at the TV. There was no digital back then. They were off the air and were showing analog clock faces, a clock, the temperature, barometer, etc. They were moving across the screen then back... except, when they got to the middle of the screen they would break in a defined but jagged line from top to bottom and fall of the TV screen...
 
I KNOW.. it sometimes sounds like, "Hey, I remember those fun times, just one more time". Then I think about what would happen if I did something like that today. No thank you! I have enough brain power left to know better. I can imagine one of my daughters calling, or grand daughters.. or for that matter anyone calling or worse stopping by. Nah... some things are better left in the past. I try to be a different person these days and I guess I am but I nag at myself. The things of youth are best left to the young.
I need a haircut.
 
J

I think the best trip I ever had was in a department store on a Saturday afternoon. Still can't believe we were in there 2 hours without being thrown out/arrested. The toy department was awesome.

The worst trip I ever had was when this crazy hippie woman invited me and a couple of friends to come over and paint her apartment in psychedelic colors because she was having a party the following week. We all dropped acid and within an hour she was calling us "daddy," asking us "why did you hurt me daddy" and smacking us around the head and torso with a broom. Oh and covering us from head to toe in paint. Pretty soon we realized that the best strategy was to take it in turns to be the "daddy" and take the beating, while the other two retreated to the corner to smoke weed and say "whoa" every 5 seconds.

Eventually we made it out and went to the all night gas station to use the phone and call her boyfriend. All he said was "You gave her ACID? Oh well, good luck with that," laughed and hung up.

Hi,
 
I never over did it ... I was aware by that time of the issues with people doing too much of it, and I did not have enough money to get/buy any more than one or two hits, that I had to use judiciously. In that sense I was a bit overly careful.
 
However, by that time, I had already read many things about drugs and other mystical books and I already knew that they were not necessary ... and then a few years later I remember don Juan in the Castaneda books ... "were the drugs necessary?" ... "Of course not you idiot, but we had to do something to shut you up long enough for you to learn a couple of things!" ...
 
And that was the end of those things for me! Even today, a doobie is not necessary!

I preferred Owsley's air acid meself! Sure do miss the Fillmore West. RIP.