Well
I did LSD when I was a young thug, and it was a fun ride, but that was it.....I tried it again about a year later....I didnt get it at all.....
I was like 'what the hell' ? This can't be what everyone is excited about, it felt crappy, no revelations, no changed perspective.
I tried it SEVERAL more times, never got a thing......Fast Forward 15 years.....
1993
After a decade plus of living a life that, in itself, is worthy of a book (not in a positive way, either) I arrived at my dads house in my home state, nearly dead from 10 strait years of abusing every worthless drug (primarily meth and cocaine) I could get, mentally wrecked by the consequences of my lifestyle choices, and after somewhat returning to a form of sanity, which took almost a year, I encountered a guy I grew up with, but hardly ever saw anymore.....he offered me a job, and we began working together. He was a pretty big part of the scene during the infamous 'first wave' of MDMA, when it exploded onto the scene in the SE usa in the mid to late 80's (most of it actually started in a few gay bars in Dallas, btw), and he told me a lot of fascinating stories....he'd always say 'Man, I wish it would come back', as it fell off towards 1989 in our area, and was MIA at this point in time.
Through him, indirectly, I met some people when we were hunting weed one day, and these people eventually asked me if I did acid....I was like 'not really'......I encountered these folks again in a better setting later, and I did some of their stuff.
I still wasn't getting it, and I figured at that point, it was just that 'everyone is full of bullshit' , it's myth, hype, whatever....
2 weeks later I was pumping gas at lunchtime when my friend was coming out of a store in New Orleans LA. he stops and starts talking to a guy he bumped into at the door of the store.....they have an animated 5 minute chat and my buddy comes to our truck.....he says, 'I used to sell X with that guy at ________ club, ( the legendary, in our area ) and he just told me where a new place is at,....and he said that the x is back. We got a date for Saturday night'
So.....we go.....I discover this......zone.......
wow
I go again, three weeks later. I roll so hard that I forget everything, my name, where I am, and I'm wandering around Fat City in New Orleans at 4 AM....everything is wack, I'm wack. It was great.
I begin thinking about LSD again at work that week.....it is Monday, I am on a ladder, its 95 F in the shade, and a doors song is on the boombox radio we used on the job, 'Break on thru to the other side', and it suddenly dawns on me that my problem with LSD is that I have always done one or two hits, (with my psyche at this point, threshold doses) and for that reason, i could not, as my new friend Jimmy Morrison said 'Break on thru, Break on thru'......next weekend, I begin my adventure. I take some LSD.....then more.......hour later, I take more.......then some more.....
I experienced everything that night that had been denied me. Synesthesia, (which I had never even heard of) revelations from the subconscious, an overwhelming torrent of images from childhood, everything. It was scary, exhilarating, un-nerving, in a word, AWESOME.
This began a period where things get crazy.