Worst acid trip ever:

Eating a half-dozen tabs at an awesome, small-scale concert/doofish type thing, chilling out through the peak, but then having things shift gears on you when you pop a pill and some random hippy fuckwit starts hassling you because somebody told him you were cooking acid and he warns you to 'cut out stealing his business or he'll sort you out'

I mean, what ever happened to acid being about peace, tranquility, and self-discovery? maybe it was a biker pretending to be a hippy.

But yeah; then taking a cone that somebody shouted you, which about thirty seconds later you realised was NOT just weed, and spending the next twelve hours with about 300ug of acid, 120mg MDMA and 15mg of totally unexpected 5-MeO-AMT coursing through your body, watching your super-drunk girlfriend getting felt up by a supposed friend of yours, then sprinting off into the bush to get away from everyone and try to a) sober up, and b) enjoy free turbodrugs and winding up waist deep in a fast moving river, waking up twelve hours later and forty miles downstream getting fished out by the cops from the next town over.

I mean, shit, the acid and the pills was a tea party, it was a warm-up for the morning when I was gonna chew up about a dozen more for the sunrise, but that fucking death weed just sent me insane. It was an incredible high, and one I'd totally LOVE to repeat, I just want to EXPECT it first.

Then again; I had some serious self-examination while I was being battered by the current, near death experiences and lots of psychedelics are definetly a fascinating experience. if you're an experienced psychedelic user and are looking for the next level to take your mind to - Engineer a life-threatening or out of control situation and munch bulk tabs through it. You'll be a better person.

My girlfriend and I had been having some tough times as it was, and I was able to seriously determine where I wanted the relationship to go and what I wnted from her, and from myself. I realised many of my mistakes, both in recent times and in the past that I hadn't considered till now, and i think that I've come through a terrible situation on top; I've had my mind and soul acid washed and stone scrubbed, and a lot of the hidden cracks are now apparent - Cracks which I'm taking every step to remedy.

tl;dr, YES it was laced weed, and if you're going to die, do it on acid. I later was able to get my hands on the guy, encourage him to give me some more, and then extract active principles and run each through an NMR spectrometer and test against some known standards, which gave mixed cannabinoids and a few other bits and pieces, but a big spike I was able to positively chart as 5-Meo-aMT.

Lay off the hallucinogens man

I've been considering it... I know my wallet would thank me, for one...

What a bunch of faggotry.

That makes no sense.