"Homebrew" Psilocybin Created By Scientists Using "Widely Available" Materials

[Pipeline 1010]

I wasn't making a point about what I thought the best approach was, I was just saying that bans do work in that they reduce usage. Whether there are better options is undeniable.

Fair enough. They don't always reduce usage. Again, look at drugs. We didn't just ban them, we declared a war on them. Now there are more users than there were before. Anyhow, this discussion is probably going to go circular; my own opinion is that bans are rarely a good option because they don't deal with underlying issues and sometimes they backfire completely. Anyhow, good discussion.

 

[Pipeline 1010]

It would be WAY easier to get guns out of people's hands than you envision.

It isn't easy to take things away from people who don't want to give them up, especially when a massive percentage of your society owns/uses/values those things immensely. I have yet to see a realistic proposal on how to accomplish a ban on guns. I suspect it is not possible in anything less than serval generations of time and more importantly, it doesn't address the underlying issues like mental health and the massive contribution of the war on drugs to overall violence levels (a major cause of the effect that is gun violence)

Anyhow, back to drugs. Bans on drugs haven't worked and based on decades of data and experience, they should no longer be considered as an option. It's not that they are a "not as good option" it is that they literally haven't worked in America and there is no evidence at this point that they someday might.

 

[Meghan54]

I'm ready to microdose. I think you can try it quite safely.

I tripped a lot in my youth, but mostly LSD. Did shrooms maybe like 5-6 times, saw the Pink Floyd laser light show at the Hayden planetarium when that was a thing 25 years ago on shrooms. But I preferred good acid to shrooms. Shrooms made my body hurt a bit. Of course dirty acid could to, but good acid was better to me than shrooms. Tripped many a time at clubs, raves, just walking around NYC or on a hike in the woods. Best LSD I did was black pyramid geltabs someone got from Oregon. Clean as a whistle.

Haven't tripped in over 20 years though.

I don't think I could trip right now at this stage in life, maybe only on the absolute cleanest LSD possible, with a couple great people out in the woods somewhere.

From everything I've read and people I spoke to, microdosing psilocybin has zero tripping potential. It can just help you rewire your brain at that time. In a negative feedback loop in you head to start the day? Try a capsule and you can turn it around. Read an article about a study that showed psilocybin can create new neuron pathways https://news.yale.edu/2021/07/05/psychedelic-spurs-growth-neural-connections-lost-depression

This is particularly interesting to me as I suffer from bipolar depression.

Sounds a bit like what I’ve done in life. Fair amount of acid…blotter, tabs, whatever. Drop a hit Fri at lunch, start tripping by time getting off work (at this time, circa 1973, I was in Army, working at Army Material Command HQ in Alexandria, VA for the CG, Gen. Henry A. Miley…interesting times back then. Shit I saw/did…quite a bit sorta classified)

Then when coming off the buzz Sat morning, drop two more hits and buzz/trip all day. Use Sun to recover.

If I’d had absolutely no responsibilities back then, it would’ve been tooooo easy to become an acid head. Loved that shit…just a lousy drug for trying to be a functional adult if take daily.

I, too, haven’t done any in decades. Not for lack of access…it’s just I’m approaching 70 and don’t think I should tempt anything any more. Probably smoke too much weed for my own good, but it’s my sole vice…no alcohol, cigs (quit them twice…first time after smoking for like 30+ years…lasted 6 years only to pick it up again for another decade or so. After another decade or so, one day just put them down…half way thru a pack which I still have…lol!)

Damn I loved acid. My fav recreational drug bar none.

 

[Muse]

Sounds a bit like what I’ve done in life. Fair amount of acid…blotter, tabs, whatever. Drop a hit Fri at lunch, start tripping by time getting off work (at this time, circa 1973, I was in Army, working at Army Material Command HQ in Alexandria, VA for the CG, Gen. Henry A. Miley…interesting times back then. Shit I saw/did…quite a bit sorta classified)

Then when coming off the buzz Sat morning, drop two more hits and buzz/trip all day. Use Sun to recover.

If I’d had absolutely no responsibilities back then, it would’ve been tooooo easy to become an acid head. Loved that shit…just a lousy drug for trying to be a functional adult if take daily.

I, too, haven’t done any in decades. Not for lack of access…it’s just I’m approaching 70 and don’t think I should tempt anything any more. Probably smoke too much weed for my own good, but it’s my sole vice…no alcohol, cigs (quit them twice…first time after smoking for like 30+ years…lasted 6 years only to pick it up again for another decade or so. After another decade or so, one day just put them down…half way thru a pack which I still have…lol!)

Damn I loved acid. My fav recreational drug bar none.

That's quite a story. Never heard one like it, acid a recreational drug! I wonder what doses you were doing. I'm thinking maybe 100 micrograms or less. I mean, I have to doubt that you could have been taking 400 mics at once. Based on what I've heard, I figure you couldn't have functioned on those weekends, you would have been tripping way to heavy.

 

[Pohemi]

That's quite a story. Never heard one like it, acid a recreational drug! I wonder what doses you were doing. I'm thinking maybe 100 micrograms or less. I mean, I have to doubt that you could have been taking 400 mics at once. Based on what I've heard, I figure you couldn't have functioned on those weekends, you would have been tripping way to heavy.

I've only taken it in measured microdoses in the past 20 years or so, but your assumption admittedly made me laugh harder than it should've.
Don't assume you know the effect of a drug in another subject (person) based on "stuff you read/heard". You would be amazed what I did in my late teens and early 20s...not bragging, just pointing out that it wasn't unheard of to eat a full 10-strip of blotter.

Also- there IS some amount of tolerance when you do it on a regular basis, so while 100mcg might fuck up someone who never touches it...it might not have much effect at all on a regular doser.

 

[Muse]

I've only taken it in measured microdoses in the past 20 years or so, but your assumption admittedly made me laugh harder than it should've.
Don't assume you know the effect of a drug in another subject (person) based on "stuff you read/heard". You would be amazed what I did in my late teens and early 20s...not bragging, just pointing out that it wasn't unheard of to eat a full 10-strip of blotter.

Also- there IS some amount of tolerance when you do it on a regular basis, so while 100mcg might fuck up someone who never touches it...it might not have much effect at all on a regular doser.

I defer to your prodigious experience. I have practically none. One dose of acid that didn't obviously make me high (maybe nothing), one dose of home grown shrooms, that did get me high but was only ~60% of the recommended dose. Lots of study, but almost no experience. A big part of that was not ever finding myself in a place/time where it was "the thing to do" and easily done.

 

[Pohemi]

A big part of that was not ever finding myself in a place/time where it was "the thing to do" and easily done.

In my anecdotal experiences, that was one of the biggest mistakes I watched people make...doing it in the wrong setting/time and not having an enjoyable experience because of needing to still function on some level and deal with people in public, etc.

I had a lot of fun with LSD, but I always preferred psilocybin. Taking either required some amount of pre-planning, however. I rarely ate mushrooms unless I was in the woods/nature, and I never took LSD if I had to communicate with people I didn't want to know that I was 'altered' (like parents, teachers, authority, etc). Damn perma-grin.

 

[Meghan54]

I defer to your prodigious experience. I have practically none. One dose of acid that didn't obviously make me high (maybe nothing), one dose of home grown shrooms, that did get me high but was only ~60% of the recommended dose. Lots of study, but almost no experience. A big part of that was not ever finding myself in a place/time where it was "the thing to do" and easily done.

It was whatever was floating around at the time. I was stationed at Ft. Myer, VA, which is within walking distance of the Pentagon and shares a border with Arlington Natl. Cemetary.


Took blotter, tabs, liquids....whatever was around. Have absolutely no idea dosages, etc. Do know sometimes there was a tad too much strychnine in the mix, which I understand wasn't an uncommon addition to the acid...it'd give too much muscle cramping.....or a smile you couldn't get rid of. And the non-stop laughing...4 of us in a grocery store, all tripping. Late night. Have a cart about half full. John, my roommate, goes to reach for something on the shelf and he missed. I started laughing because the junk on the shelf was moving for me, too. We all had to leave the store right then...we were howling for no apparent reason but we were enjoying ourselves because the moving crap on the shelves was just tooooo funny...for no real reason except we be trippin'.

But back then the military was a great place for rec. drugs. Could get anything in hours....hash (mmmm, loves me some hash, like bubblegum and black tar...damned fine smoke!), pcp, weed, acid, and darned near anything else I could smoke/snort/drink. My limit was no needles. (Wish my best bud had adhered to that rule...)

I was deep into drugs while in the military and why not? If one can control it, then full speed ahead. Luckily, I was able to control myself, unlike others.


Now for some details about my military history that I'm sure you'll believe not a word.

My initial "job" training (beyond basic training) was at Ft. Devens, MA. ASA, also known as Army Security Agency...part of the NSA. Each branch has its own, from what I remember. I was training as an analyst and a week from going to my second part of my training, mostly OJT in the field, when I got visited by two FBI agents. Was a sweat inducing few minutes when the CO's office runner interrupts a class to pull you out because of two agents in the CO's office.

Seems my brother had stolen a car and was sentenced to some prison time...took a plea deal. This was completely unknown to me until the FBI agents told me...and showed me his mug shots, correctional facility records, etc.

The resolution sucked. They realized I had nothing with this...no knowledge, etc. But his conviction made me vulnerable, so I got to pick a new job. I got to keep my Top Secret security clearance but lost most of the top echelon special intelligence riders I also had. Chose to be trained as an audio/motion picture specialist.

End up in VA working for a 4-star general. I was put there, I assume, because of my clearance. Just after I got there, I got to spend part of October in the basement of the AMC HQ building (second level down) and watch the 1973 Arab-Israeli war, kinda live. Huge screens, lots of active info on them.....damn that was fun.


Got bored, re-enlisted to become a 91C, clinical specialist, the most highly trained "medic" level...fairly independent functioning. Year long school, got to challenge the LPN license testing in SC, where I took the course (Ft. Jackson, SC at Moncrief Hospital.)

All the while the drugs flowed. Ended up at Ft. Campbell, KY assigned to the 20th Combat Engineer Bn., which was a support battalion for the 101st Airborne. We had larger dozers, dump trucks, graders, etc. than they did. Damn that shit was fun. I ran sick call every day with 8 medics working under me and a Physician's Asst. above me. I carried a pack of blank, presigned prescription pads with me so I wouldn't bother Mr. Bell constantly....he hated waking up.

But got bored with this because after applying for PA school twice and getting rejected, I ETS'd in 1979 and was in nursing school (RN) in 1980. Still doing weed, gave up all the hard stuff.

But don't think it bothered me too badly...I scored second highest in my class at the NCLEX testing (the standardized license RN testing...we were the first to take the NCLEX in GA.)

In between the drugs, playing, camping out thanks to the Army (US and Euro campsites), I did manage to do quite a bit...got to do open chest heart massage (fuckin' awesome except for the person who had their chest resplit open...sadly he died), cardiocentesis (sticking a needle into the cardiac sac surrounding the heart to draw fluid off), assist with cardiac caths, dealt with broken bones while being floated across a raging river in Germany, got to put a tourniquet on an arm after a hand was "taken" by a Bailey Bridge panel (go look up Bailey Bridge...it'd take 6 big dudes all they had to carry one panel), kept a guy suffering heat stroke (skin sandy, mouth bone dry, pulse thready, rapid, and weak, and basically unconscious; luckily no seizures until we got to ER)...kept him alive for almost an hour as I "flew" the FLA (Front Line Ambulance...old WWII Jeep with addition on rear to accept 4 stretchers) to the hospital, and on and on.

Did stuff that I'd never been able to in the civilian world, kinda.

All that was in the 1970's-1980's. Now it's 2021 and I'm 67 years old. Weed's about it. Haven't consumed alcohol in decades (used to sit with a case of Coors and drink all afternoon after work while smoking, snorting, etc. back then.) Haven't consumed acid in decades, either. Got it offered a few weeks ago and it was tempting, but I backed out of it. Getting too damned old to take that chance. I do like opioids, tho.

Anyway, I'm still a functioning adult with most of my grey cells intact. Some of the side effects of rec. drugs are hugely overblown. Had worse problems with alcohol than anything else I ever ingested.

 

[hal2kilo]

In my anecdotal experiences, that was one of the biggest mistakes I watched people make...doing it in the wrong setting/time and not having an enjoyable experience because of needing to still function on some level and deal with people in public, etc.

I had a lot of fun with LSD, but I always preferred psilocybin. Taking either required some amount of pre-planning, however. I rarely ate mushrooms unless I was in the woods/nature, and I never took LSD if I had to communicate with people I didn't want to know that I was 'altered' (like parents, teachers, authority, etc). Damn perma-grin.

It's so weird though. My last acid trip was some Swedish blotter. I was pretty much completely up, and I realized somehow my GF's dog got out. This is in the middle of urban Atlanta! I just completely came down, went into fix it mode, went up and down the street a few times calling the dang dog and thankfully the little shit showed up. Got him back in the house. And then I kind of went, wow, that was weird and resumed one of the most smooth acid experiences I ever had. You just never know.

 

[Meghan54]

In my anecdotal experiences, that was one of the biggest mistakes I watched people make...doing it in the wrong setting/time and not having an enjoyable experience because of needing to still function on some level and deal with people in public, etc.

I had a lot of fun with LSD, but I always preferred psilocybin. Taking either required some amount of pre-planning, however. I rarely ate mushrooms unless I was in the woods/nature, and I never took LSD if I had to communicate with people I didn't want to know that I was 'altered' (like parents, teachers, authority, etc). Damn perma-grin.

Yeah, that is hard to hide. Got f'd with by Gen. Miley's chief of staff one afternoon. I'd gotten permission to leave early...all work done and I was flying. The f'n Colonel was a hard ass and decided I needed to be talked with about my moustache. (The Colonel was adamant that he'd never had a soldier leave any of his commands with a moustache and he was sure I wasn't going to be the first. I was two months from leaving for 91C school...they had infrequent start times due to class length, so had to wait where I was.)

He yapped at me for 10 minutes and all I could do was grin...it was hard not to laugh out loud.
Thankfully, Mr. Spell, my co-worker and immediate supervisor, saw me and interveined. Thank goodness. I was getting darned close to falling on the floor, busting a gut, because the situation was hilarious. That Col. could no more make me cut off my 'stache than he could get me to "physically" levitate.

Good times....as time always makes the memories fonder.

 

[Meghan54]

It's so weird though. My last acid trip was some Swedish blotter. I was pretty much completely up, and I realized somehow my GF's dog got out. This is in the middle of urban Atlanta! I just completely came down, went into fix it mode, went up and down the street a few times calling the dang dog and thankfully the little shit showed up. Got him back in the house. And then I kind of went, wow, that was weird and resumed one of the most smooth acid experiences I ever had. You just never know.

And I took acid, mostly blotter, several dozens of times and had not one single bad trip. They were various shades/degrees of great to awesome. Still love that stuff...and almost have enough gumption to try it one more time. But I's scared of it now...probably irrationally.

Never did get into blow, tho. While it made my lips, tongue, nose numb, that's about all it did. And I snorted up LOTS of that crap. C'est la vie.

 

[hal2kilo]

And I took acid, mostly blotter, several dozens of times and had not one single bad trip. They were various shades/degrees of great to awesome. Still love that stuff...and almost have enough gumption to try it one more time. But I's scared of it now...probably irrationally.

Never did get into blow, tho. While it made my lips, tongue, nose numb, that's about all it did. And I snorted up LOTS of that crap. C'est la vie.

It sucks. I have a definite bucket list thing that I must do some again before I shuffle off. I have no contacts for that kind of stuff anymore. I guess I could go to a concert at the Gorge with the appropriate artists that would draw the crowd and walk around with a sign "Looking for Cid". Also, used to be that blotter had to be acid, but since about 15 years ago some of the designer phenethylamines like 2ci had sub milligram dosages. Need a trusted source.

 

[Muse]

It was whatever was floating around at the time. I was stationed at Ft. Myer, VA, which is within walking distance of the Pentagon and shares a border with Arlington Natl. Cemetary.


Took blotter, tabs, liquids....whatever was around. Have absolutely no idea dosages, etc. Do know sometimes there was a tad too much strychnine in the mix, which I understand wasn't an uncommon addition to the acid...it'd give too much muscle cramping.....or a smile you couldn't get rid of. And the non-stop laughing...4 of us in a grocery store, all tripping. Late night. Have a cart about half full. John, my roommate, goes to reach for something on the shelf and he missed. I started laughing because the junk on the shelf was moving for me, too. We all had to leave the store right then...we were howling for no apparent reason but we were enjoying ourselves because the moving crap on the shelves was just tooooo funny...for no real reason except we be trippin'.

But back then the military was a great place for rec. drugs. Could get anything in hours....hash (mmmm, loves me some hash, like bubblegum and black tar...damned fine smoke!), pcp, weed, acid, and darned near anything else I could smoke/snort/drink. My limit was no needles. (Wish my best bud had adhered to that rule...)

I was deep into drugs while in the military and why not? If one can control it, then full speed ahead. Luckily, I was able to control myself, unlike others.


Now for some details about my military history that I'm sure you'll believe not a word.

My initial "job" training (beyond basic training) was at Ft. Devens, MA. ASA, also known as Army Security Agency...part of the NSA. Each branch has its own, from what I remember. I was training as an analyst and a week from going to my second part of my training, mostly OJT in the field, when I got visited by two FBI agents. Was a sweat inducing few minutes when the CO's office runner interrupts a class to pull you out because of two agents in the CO's office.

Seems my brother had stolen a car and was sentenced to some prison time...took a plea deal. This was completely unknown to me until the FBI agents told me...and showed me his mug shots, correctional facility records, etc.

The resolution sucked. They realized I had nothing with this...no knowledge, etc. But his conviction made me vulnerable, so I got to pick a new job. I got to keep my Top Secret security clearance but lost most of the top echelon special intelligence riders I also had. Chose to be trained as an audio/motion picture specialist.

End up in VA working for a 4-star general. I was put there, I assume, because of my clearance. Just after I got there, I got to spend part of October in the basement of the AMC HQ building (second level down) and watch the 1973 Arab-Israeli war, kinda live. Huge screens, lots of active info on them.....damn that was fun.


Got bored, re-enlisted to become a 91C, clinical specialist, the most highly trained "medic" level...fairly independent functioning. Year long school, got to challenge the LPN license testing in SC, where I took the course (Ft. Jackson, SC at Moncrief Hospital.)

All the while the drugs flowed. Ended up at Ft. Campbell, KY assigned to the 20th Combat Engineer Bn., which was a support battalion for the 101st Airborne. We had larger dozers, dump trucks, graders, etc. than they did. Damn that shit was fun. I ran sick call every day with 8 medics working under me and a Physician's Asst. above me. I carried a pack of blank, presigned prescription pads with me so I wouldn't bother Mr. Bell constantly....he hated waking up.

But got bored with this because after applying for PA school twice and getting rejected, I ETS'd in 1979 and was in nursing school (RN) in 1980. Still doing weed, gave up all the hard stuff.

But don't think it bothered me too badly...I scored second highest in my class at the NCLEX testing (the standardized license RN testing...we were the first to take the NCLEX in GA.)

In between the drugs, playing, camping out thanks to the Army (US and Euro campsites), I did manage to do quite a bit...got to do open chest heart massage (fuckin' awesome except for the person who had their chest resplit open...sadly he died), cardiocentesis (sticking a needle into the cardiac sac surrounding the heart to draw fluid off), assist with cardiac caths, dealt with broken bones while being floated across a raging river in Germany, got to put a tourniquet on an arm after a hand was "taken" by a Bailey Bridge panel (go look up Bailey Bridge...it'd take 6 big dudes all they had to carry one panel), kept a guy suffering heat stroke (skin sandy, mouth bone dry, pulse thready, rapid, and weak, and basically unconscious; luckily no seizures until we got to ER)...kept him alive for almost an hour as I "flew" the FLA (Front Line Ambulance...old WWII Jeep with addition on rear to accept 4 stretchers) to the hospital, and on and on.

Did stuff that I'd never been able to in the civilian world, kinda.

All that was in the 1970's-1980's. Now it's 2021 and I'm 67 years old. Weed's about it. Haven't consumed alcohol in decades (used to sit with a case of Coors and drink all afternoon after work while smoking, snorting, etc. back then.) Haven't consumed acid in decades, either. Got it offered a few weeks ago and it was tempting, but I backed out of it. Getting too damned old to take that chance. I do like opioids, tho.

Anyway, I'm still a functioning adult with most of my grey cells intact. Some of the side effects of rec. drugs are hugely overblown. Had worse problems with alcohol than anything else I ever ingested.

I don't have any problem believing you, wish you used fewer acronyms. I make out a lot of them, some I don't. Yeah, I figure you get used to being high, combining drugs. I have done very little combining drugs.

 

[hal2kilo]

It was whatever was floating around at the time. I was stationed at Ft. Myer, VA, which is within walking distance of the Pentagon and shares a border with Arlington Natl. Cemetary.


Took blotter, tabs, liquids....whatever was around. Have absolutely no idea dosages, etc. Do know sometimes there was a tad too much strychnine in the mix, which I understand wasn't an uncommon addition to the acid...it'd give too much muscle cramping.....or a smile you couldn't get rid of. And the non-stop laughing...4 of us in a grocery store, all tripping. Late night. Have a cart about half full. John, my roommate, goes to reach for something on the shelf and he missed. I started laughing because the junk on the shelf was moving for me, too. We all had to leave the store right then...we were howling for no apparent reason but we were enjoying ourselves because the moving crap on the shelves was just tooooo funny...for no real reason except we be trippin'.

But back then the military was a great place for rec. drugs. Could get anything in hours....hash (mmmm, loves me some hash, like bubblegum and black tar...damned fine smoke!), pcp, weed, acid, and darned near anything else I could smoke/snort/drink. My limit was no needles. (Wish my best bud had adhered to that rule...)

I was deep into drugs while in the military and why not? If one can control it, then full speed ahead. Luckily, I was able to control myself, unlike others.


Now for some details about my military history that I'm sure you'll believe not a word.

My initial "job" training (beyond basic training) was at Ft. Devens, MA. ASA, also known as Army Security Agency...part of the NSA. Each branch has its own, from what I remember. I was training as an analyst and a week from going to my second part of my training, mostly OJT in the field, when I got visited by two FBI agents. Was a sweat inducing few minutes when the CO's office runner interrupts a class to pull you out because of two agents in the CO's office.

Seems my brother had stolen a car and was sentenced to some prison time...took a plea deal. This was completely unknown to me until the FBI agents told me...and showed me his mug shots, correctional facility records, etc.

The resolution sucked. They realized I had nothing with this...no knowledge, etc. But his conviction made me vulnerable, so I got to pick a new job. I got to keep my Top Secret security clearance but lost most of the top echelon special intelligence riders I also had. Chose to be trained as an audio/motion picture specialist.

End up in VA working for a 4-star general. I was put there, I assume, because of my clearance. Just after I got there, I got to spend part of October in the basement of the AMC HQ building (second level down) and watch the 1973 Arab-Israeli war, kinda live. Huge screens, lots of active info on them.....damn that was fun.


Got bored, re-enlisted to become a 91C, clinical specialist, the most highly trained "medic" level...fairly independent functioning. Year long school, got to challenge the LPN license testing in SC, where I took the course (Ft. Jackson, SC at Moncrief Hospital.)

All the while the drugs flowed. Ended up at Ft. Campbell, KY assigned to the 20th Combat Engineer Bn., which was a support battalion for the 101st Airborne. We had larger dozers, dump trucks, graders, etc. than they did. Damn that shit was fun. I ran sick call every day with 8 medics working under me and a Physician's Asst. above me. I carried a pack of blank, presigned prescription pads with me so I wouldn't bother Mr. Bell constantly....he hated waking up.

But got bored with this because after applying for PA school twice and getting rejected, I ETS'd in 1979 and was in nursing school (RN) in 1980. Still doing weed, gave up all the hard stuff.

But don't think it bothered me too badly...I scored second highest in my class at the NCLEX testing (the standardized license RN testing...we were the first to take the NCLEX in GA.)

In between the drugs, playing, camping out thanks to the Army (US and Euro campsites), I did manage to do quite a bit...got to do open chest heart massage (fuckin' awesome except for the person who had their chest resplit open...sadly he died), cardiocentesis (sticking a needle into the cardiac sac surrounding the heart to draw fluid off), assist with cardiac caths, dealt with broken bones while being floated across a raging river in Germany, got to put a tourniquet on an arm after a hand was "taken" by a Bailey Bridge panel (go look up Bailey Bridge...it'd take 6 big dudes all they had to carry one panel), kept a guy suffering heat stroke (skin sandy, mouth bone dry, pulse thready, rapid, and weak, and basically unconscious; luckily no seizures until we got to ER)...kept him alive for almost an hour as I "flew" the FLA (Front Line Ambulance...old WWII Jeep with addition on rear to accept 4 stretchers) to the hospital, and on and on.

Did stuff that I'd never been able to in the civilian world, kinda.

All that was in the 1970's-1980's. Now it's 2021 and I'm 67 years old. Weed's about it. Haven't consumed alcohol in decades (used to sit with a case of Coors and drink all afternoon after work while smoking, snorting, etc. back then.) Haven't consumed acid in decades, either. Got it offered a few weeks ago and it was tempting, but I backed out of it. Getting too damned old to take that chance. I do like opioids, tho.

Anyway, I'm still a functioning adult with most of my grey cells intact. Some of the side effects of rec. drugs are hugely overblown. Had worse problems with alcohol than anything else I ever ingested.

Memories of crazy stuff. Love it. Lots of acid in the DC area. Owsley still had friends from HS in Arlington.

 

[Muse]

Memories of crazy stuff. Love it. Lots of acid in the DC area. Owsley still had friends from HS in Arlington.

Owsley acid was legendary, of course. He knew how to produce good stuff and distribute it. I never encountered any AFAIK.