Acid taught me a very important lesson in life:


don't take acid.

What about gaytheists?

True that.

I mean, that's the point, isn't it?

Clearly, JBK just need a good hit of antacid. Mylanta, anyone?

They probably weren't okay before they started. Acid won't cause schizophrenia, but it can trigger it in a genetically susceptible individual.

The girl I'm thinking of wasn't schizophrenic, just brain dead. She'd decide she was going to walk to a friend's house, but not arrive for three hours because she saw something shiny lying in the gutter. And the friend probably moved out of that house a couple years ago, anyway.

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting so long
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home


I learned a few very valuable skills from my first acid trip that I use to this day (30 some years later) One is being able to find the faintest paths in the woods. The other is being able to make people's faces stop melting.

That the same with any mind altering substance from what I've read.

eta: I did my share of tripping when I was younger and stupider, and I've wondered over the last few years if that's what caused the depression. I guess I'd never know unless i went for a CT scan, and that's not likely to happen.

I'm 100% convinced my pot smoking and street hallucinogen taking during my late teens contributed to my depression. That and the learned helplessness from my parents crazyness genes.

All those endorphins too easily come by at 17 cannot be a good thing for a brain.

Maybe that's just that part of you knows how #&$%ing wonderful it can all be ... but 99.9% of the time, it isn't. That's depressing.

Well, if I had to guess, I'd go with your theory.

You know Zen, at times I've thought to myself how great it'd be to just take one more little 'trip', but now that I'm older, I just can't think of putting stuff like that into my body. I have too much to lose if it goes wrong. Back then, I felt like i had nothing to lose, so I guess that's why it was so easy to do.

So instead, I just get together with a couple of my friends who were with me back then and we hit the vino and reminisce. It's a much safer way of taking a trip down memory lane. We really did have some awesome fun, and I don't care what anyone says. Drugs can be great fun if you're in the right environment with the right people and everyone's safe. Unfortunately, situations can change so quickly at times, and bad shit can happen. We were all pretty lucky, but one of my friends now battles serious mental illness and I've been dealing with depression. Who knows what some of the others I've lost touch with have been through since then. Better off not doing it in the end really, and if you never have, I'd say never bother.

You know Zen, at times I've thought to myself how great it'd be to just take one more little 'trip', but now that I'm older, I just can't think of putting stuff like that into my body. I have too much to lose if it goes wrong. Back then, I felt like i had nothing to lose, so I guess that's why it was so easy to do.

So instead, I just get together with a couple of my friends who were with me back then and we hit the vino and reminisce. It's a much safer way of taking a trip down memory lane. We really did have some awesome fun, and I don't care what anyone says. Drugs can be great fun if you're in the right environment with the right people and everyone's safe. Unfortunately, situations can change so quickly at times, and bad shit can happen. We were all pretty lucky, but one of my friends now battles serious mental illness and I've been dealing with depression. Who knows what some of the others I've lost touch with have been through since then. Better off not doing it in the end really, and if you never have, I'd say never bother.

Oh, there's a lot of good to be had from tripping too.

I had some wonderful times. With friends, with family. Me, J, Mum, dropping acid and walking through the woods as dawn began to break. Me and J coming up on some moody penguins, sitting in the comedy tent at Glastonbury festival. A dozen or so of us, out of our faces on robots and strawberries, dancing in Max's* house, with his disco lights and jazz hands. Lying on the grass in Queen's Park, sun shining, college work forgotten, and the gentle susurring of the trees overhead, as clouds shift and take shape in the sky.

It's like anything though. Overdo it and you see a different aspect altogether :p




* Dead now alas. Lost at the horrifically early age of 30, to skin cancer. Poor old Maximillian. That lad knew how to throw a party.

Stop me if you've heard this one...

Memory loss is another side effect.

With your mom, Dana?