this reminds me of a mushroom trip i had where i could see a big beach ball sized lump traveling through the walls, expanding the wall smoothly as it rolled behind it. while this was happening i was thinking about how much i loved my homie who was sitting next to me, but i didnt want to make out with my homie, so i felt confident in that moment that i was truly straight. it was a weird trip, we started it off by eating mushrooms out of the pound ziplock we bought while watching The Adventures of Tin Tin in a movie theater.
on an unrelated note, i picked up a banger nail for my dab rig and i’ve finally adjusted to the technique. its like im dabbing for the first time i didnt know small dabs could go so hard
Really surprised by how many people use mind expanding stuff in different forms. Man, I only know 2 people who smoke weed sometimes, and myself I take some alcohol like once in…every week, two weeks?
Only had one proper bad trip. On a ”party” after my best friends funeral someone had a bag of shrooms. Stupid. Thought I was in a coma in hospital for 30 years and my family sitting there crying. I ended it by running head first into a brickwall (The idea was to burst out of the psychosis bubble I was trapped in). Next thing I know Im mopping the floors 8am and are quite happy. Didnt touch anything trippy for 10 years after that nightmare.
I’m lucky enough to never having a bad trip and I’ve had my share of tours! That said, I’ve been around way too many people that had bad trips and it blows babysitting!
pretty much the only time ive had a categorical “bad trip” was when my friends and i thought we were getting acid but it was during the number-letter drug boom and we figured afterward that it was actually 2ci or 2cb. i dont remember much of the trip except for near the end i was blacking in and out of awareness, when i blacked out i fell back onto my bed into a swirling vortex of fractals, then i would black back into reality, gasping for air, only to fall back into the vortex moments later.
this is also reminding me of my biggest acid trip in Taiwan. the drugs in Taiwan go fuckin bananas. easily the dankest acid and MDMA i’ve ever had. i had one tab and my very experienced friend told me to only take half, which of course i scoffed at, “ha, sure thing small friend, im sure my giant body can handle the whole tab.” i took the tab as i left work and got onto the subway. 20 minutes later i was posted up at a park near my apartment as it started to kick in. it kicked in Super hard and my perception started swirling. it felt like i was craning my neck over 90 degrees and as if my body was swirling into itself. i made my way back to my apartment and i spent the first 2 hours in what felt like a never ending slice of time listening to Kaytranada’s album BUBBA. i still have pretty vivid memories connected to pieces of that album. each song felt like it was an hour long. also i felt so wet the whole time, i thought i was pissing myself over and over but thankfully i wasnt. once the most intense part of the trip slowed down, i walked to a 7-11, picked up some brews (i saw some of the rolling wall balls in the 7-11 too), went back to my apartment, and spent the rest of the trip outside in the street smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and tracing the paths of individual rain drops from the sky down the ground. a wild night
A coworker, a few friends and I dropped a hit each. We were all playing guitar and having a blast when the coworker started yelling at us that we ripped him off and his acid isn’t working. In that same breath he said the lamp was melting. Then the crazy fucker wanted to fight everyone and started crying saying he couldn’t read!
What a fucking shit show that was! Luckily he went home and we resumed the bright side of the party!
It just depends on what community you’re in really. In my late teens and early twenties, it was all acholol, and just an occasional bit of weed. But from mid-twenties, it was going out to techno nights, where mind expanding substances were the norm, and those are the kinds of communities I’ve been in ever since. I like that setting, and feel comfortable in it. But yes, perhaps we don’t even realise, just how out of the norm that is actually.
Only bad trip for me was a mushroom one, and it was pretty terrible.
I’d been down to see a friend in Brighton, stayed up all night, and then got the train back through London the next day. Decided to stop off in London, and buy mushrooms from Camden Market, back in the days when they could be legally bought in the UK. Took them, and went up to Hampstead Heath to enjoy.
After a really beautiful trip, I started to develop some paranoia that I was going to miss the last train home. Ridiculous, because it was likely only mid-afternoon. So, headed for the tube, which was a bad mistake. On the tube, I had an absolute panic, and developed a hallucination that all of my teeth had been smashed out, and there was blood running down my face. Was an absolutely enormous relief to get to St Pancras.
Intriguingly, in every trip since then, my teeth have ached, even off other substances.
im a chemical engineer and I havent met one that can make it.
make those lucky 30 millionaires
how many of them are extraordinary synthetic chemists? 30 I guess.
you know people that pour a liquid onto a sheet. you know not a single one that makes LSD. I promise.
all the supply is made by a handful of people
whoever tells you he knows someone that makes LSD is talking BS with 99,9999 % probability. I wonder what you should call it when someone knows 30.
I’m a synthetic chemist. Making LSD is not tricky for one skilled in the art and with reasonable equipment and supplies. I’ve worked in research labs with 30 co-workers and they all could make it if they wanted with no difficulty. That said, I can’t imagine many well trained chemists would be willing to do that. But to say only 5-10 in the whole world is a vast underestimate.
Right, if you follow that thought, youll have an amount of people left and the lysergic acid + something else = done route wont be anything close to what is done.
on paper I can do that as well.
but numbers come from chemistry people of the industry and experts on LSD, need to look for the book though.
i sold acid for two chemists back in college, if it wasnt acid they certainly nailed whatever analogue they may have produced. but these dudes knew their shit.
did some research after I started to doubt myself for a moment…I mean were already knowing 60 people being able to make it:
USA is the largest manufacturer and there are a handful of labs of unknown location where shit is made officially and they have their precursor bought, europe maybe has one or two manufacturers.
the precursor is so looked after that youre fucked the moment you buy it.
so youre either being caught, buying something of unknown quality from an unknown person on the internet or you do it from scratch and this is where it comes down to a handful.
journalists tracing LSD back found exactly one former chemist in the US making the precursoor while he says to be the only one that has been doing that in quite some time. he was wearing a mask and they met in the middle of nowhere.
Ockhams razor tells me that a lot of people are talking bs or that chemistry has gone supereasy within the last few years. in the 70s, they found one lab, fucked shit up and one suggests those were 90 % off all the supply, because availability dropped to ~10 %
guess I wont continue my little research as its a waste of time.
if you know 30 people being able to make it, go for some superjackpots all over the world.
Id totally prefer the just talk less shit option.
