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I used LSD I reckon about 125-150 times over two or three year period and have never had a problem with flashbacks. Flashbacks, incidentally, don't exist. I suspect the idea was created to strike fear into the minds of naive and impressionable youth of the 60s. Fortunately it didn't work.




I can back this up. I spent two years partying before going to college and lived with an acid dealer. I used to get home at around dusk from the beach and notice the lights would be out, paraffin candles would be lit and Irresistable Force, Aphex Twin or some other ambient music would be on the stereo. A few minutes later, giggly people with pupils the size of quarters would come out from hiding in the closet beckoning me little squares of blotter paper on the tips of their pinkies.

Damn good times! I had one bad trip (at the very first Furthur rave in Wisconsin in 1994). Some bastard was in an e-puddle and began giving away his entire stash, and I wound up going from zero to six hits in about twenty minutes. The bad trip was spent simply staring at a watch in a tent for about an hour--I've had indigestion worse than that.

It gets to the point where you live in acid consciousness even when you're not on it, but I've never had any side effects (I was even more twisted than this before...) It was a hell of a fun way to waste my youth.
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