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Originally Posted by stonecold Listen To This, I have a friend in highschool, he was a jock, He took a hit of acid and it burnt his brain out, he had to spend a few years in the state hospital, and when he finally got out he was like a zombie, this is the gods honest truth, you never know what part of your brain will be effected permenantly when you take that shit, if you knew him and saw what happened first hand like i did, you would never touch that stuff again, believe me. |
You know what???
Acid is dangerous. I did a whole hack of a bunch, used to have the only source in West Pittsburgh back in the late 80's and some people should just not, not, not do LSD.
although me personally I loved it.
See, here's the thing. There was a time when Heroin was just everywhere, and everyone I knew had some.
So I did it, and I friggin' HATED it. The closest Heroin came to being pleasant was when the nausea wore off and I could finally fall asleep. Shit wires me in the worst way.
Drugs affect people in a variety of ways, and some people just freak, while others revel in the experience. Most of those folks I knew getting into Heroin are either still trying to quit, in jail, or dead. I have no idea why anyone would enjoy Heroin, but their experience was different than mine. Glad that I hated it.
Although in response to this quote, I don't believe you. 20 years...no way man, it just doesn't work that way. That sounds like a total urban legend.
However, the human mind is an incredible machine, so when I say that I don't believe it, I mean it more like a "naw, man, that can't even be real, but I've learned enough to believe anything" kind of way, rather than an accusation of you lying. It would suck if you were, and I have a hard time believing that could happen, but who the fuck knows man. Some people just shouldn't do drugs, especially LSD.
I just can't see a hit doing that for so long, but it is totally possible, I guess. someone could be so traumatized by the experience that they just can't get over it. I got sent to NA for a while, and all these junkies with blown out veins and on their 7th heart attack would call me crazy for dosing. There's no accounting for taste.
I miss LSD, but I have no interest in doing it again. I learned all I needed to learn in that decade of acid soaked living. The real trick is coming up with those revelations while still in the Real World.