this can't be acid...

I think in the long run it was probably a great experience for him. The friend who brought him said he was happy he did it, and learned a lot....even though there was a weird twist to it.

He ended up taking another 2 hits late that night, I guess because he was really enjoying himself. Early in the morning he started drinking with one in the group who probably pushed him too far. The next day he was sick from drinking and throwing up, while still tripping a little....

...not only that but his "friend" (who I hated...someone who never did any good drugs) gave him a hard time, from what I heard, for taking evil drugs. He criticized him while he was sick and tripping. We all wanted to hurt this guy when we found out, but we were all too peaceful to actually do anything to him, and he wasn't worth the time.

I think he actually became a SEAL for a while in the Navy, and then left. That was his goal, so I think he was happy he did it. There's a possibility he was in the first Gulf war, but I'm not sure.

That's the whole story....or at least the part I know.

 

Cool. For me personally it's easier to handle negative people while peaking (I see that they are just part of me and I am part of them and really i'm just talking to myself and what they are saying is so stupid and short-sighted that you can't help but laugh at how much of the picture they are missing) than it is in the next day or two, while you are still psychologically, physically, and spiritually shaken from the experience.

 

the main theme in my acid trips is not caring about anything and having a enormous amount of fun, if theres a dick in the group i simply tune out and go into my lovely mental playground