Question for Old Hippies @ Acid

I read all these post about taking one tab of acid cause you don't want to get to high - and taking 4 or 5 to really get off.
What is this sh** about? When I used to be an acid freak in the 60's and 70's we took one hit and that was it - it was everything you wanted to see and hear. Maybe two but I felt like I was risking my mind. What are they selling these days? Is it weak - or diluted or some other form of hallucinagin?
Is that you guys experienced?

 

You can get good one hit killer acid (I have a few times)

but more likely you'll get shitty acid for cheaper that takes 5 or 6 hits to get the same effect as one good hit.

 

Not that I was there but from what I've heard, most of the blotter back then was 500 to 750 micrograms, these day's 250 is a strong dose on one tab.

I'd prefer liquid these days were I to dose again but figure I'd have to really trust the chemist. Sucks being new in town sometimes eh'?

 

500mic window pane.

 

As far as I can tell it's the dose. Window pane, orange sunshine and blotter in the early 70's was around 500 micrograms, so 1 hit was pretty fantastic. The over the next 5 years or so you'd start getting weaker and weaker stuff. God knows what it is these days, but I would guess it is a much smaller dose from what I am hearing. No WAY you'd be routinely dropping 3 or 4 hits of that stuff we were doing in the early 70's. In fact people would actually be SPLITTING orange sunshine tabs to get down to a smaller dose.[/QUOTE]

You sir are from the same era as I was. Orange Sunshine - that was potent acid - head trip, body trip and visuals.
I guess that's pretty much the way things are going - get less - pay more.

 

Yeah, I never took more than one hit of anything. I haven't a clue about the chemistry or the made up names that stuff had. Most of the stuff I took was in pill form, once did blotter and "mescaline" in capsule.

Even then I knew stuff you brought from a friend of a friend of a friend secretly with no real names being used, couldn't be verified as to dosage and actual chemical makeup. But we bought the stuff on faith and I got off every time, some more than others.

Once, I dropped a little round torquoise tab of "acid" and drove from my apt uptown to the quarter. I was hanging out for two hours and got just a little rush coming on and figured it was weak stuff. Luckily, I was away and couldn't drop another (I had half a dozen at home) because within the next hour I had the heaviest trip ever. It kept going up and up. At one time I went color blind - all I could see were blobs of colors merging fluid into a pool. Finally my sight came back and I wandered to the Sphinx coffee house got a coffee that I never drank and sat there for at least two hours more before I could function and enjoy tripping around the Quarter. I was later told that it was STP.

After you come back to some semblance of reality and you know you have peaked, it is sort of comforting. For a while I was kinda freaked out.

BTW, does purple haze refer to that dayglow purple outline that you see surrounding everything at night, especially when driving down a dark highway? I saw that often while tripping but I also got those visuals for years after I quit taking psychedelics.

 

I haven't taken acid since 1969 but it sure as hell didn't require any more than one hit then. I well remember the little turquoise tabs, they were amazing.

 

In 1970, I had been taking a lot of mescaline with a friend who had a whole hundred lot.
We did it at work and again in the evening. After about two weeks of this, we were taking two hits at a time and the buzz was pretty mellow but also pretty deep.

Then one weekend, we decided to do something different, for a change. We scored some strawberry colored tabs that were supposed to be a version of "sunshine".
Four of us got settled in around 8pm, with some good music and a nice, mellow atmosphere, and each dropped a hit of the acid. I waited about half an hour before I decided that the acid wasn't so strong. I took the other hit. I waited another half hour and still nothing. I asked the other guys if they were getting off and they said it was hard to tell, but it wasn't much if they were... In order that the evening wouldn't be a total loss, I decided to take my usual two hits of mesc.

I swallowed the two caps. Within about 5 minutes, I had an out-of-body experience where I felt like the room we were in was about 100 feet high and I was looking down at us from the ceiling. It lasted for just a couple of seconds and I was back in my own head and beginning to realize that I had just come on really strongly to the acid. I probably didn't realize the gradual increase in my high, because I was used to running on a medium to heavy mescaline buzz for the last two weeks. The mesc clearly hadn't had enough time, yet, and I was looking at a very looooooong night ahead.

I have to admit that the idea of having taken so much dope really put the trip into a negative vibe. It was not so much fun.

I was able to nap a bit around noon the next day, but the floor was still rolling like wake ripples behind a speed boat. I knew, though, that the worst was over and started to enjoy it a bit more.

 

Done that - I had some really nice sheets of blotter. I got paranoid - wrapped them up in tinfoil and hid them in the flower bed by the driveway. When I got ready to trip, I retrieved the acid but the mosture had gotten to it and all the color had leached down to the fold in the paper. Oh well - I just cut a chunk off and headed for New Orleans with some friends. Not much fun really - all I remember was my friends trying to get me on a roller coaster. I was stoned out of my goard - not crazy and told them hell no.

 

I used to live with a guy named Mike, who dropped acid on a fairly regular basis - like a couple of times a week. He was pretty burnt out, for the most part. One night, he got hold of a bunch of microdots. He did 5 of them at once and sat on his bed for hours, just staring at the wall, with his eyes dialated to the point where there didn't seem to be any color at all... just black. He didn't speak or acknowledge anyone around him for the entire time, but he did eventually come down. For the rest of the time I knew him, we called him Mike Rodot, or Microdot Mike.

I had heard stories of guys burning their brains out on LSD, but this was the closest I'd ever seen anyone get to it.

 

I hear ya ddoright. I think the same thing. It use to be real acid not the semi-synthetic shit that they are doing today it aint real acid and anyone who done real acid knows what I mean... I remember getting full blown trip out on one hit that lasted for min 12 hrs.

That was late 60's and early 70's but ha I have done acid all thru the time and its not LSD what a sick fuckin joke! A synthetic of a synthetic gawd these chemists need to get thir hands on the real shit.

Ya I know it was totally banned I think in the 70;s so they had to synthesize it all and it just not LSD

*edit* it was banned before that but it was available during those times is what I meant*

 

Anyone remember OSLEY? He was supposed to have been working for Sandoz and was one of the largest sources for LSD-25. He also was to have purchased that "Wall Of Sound" some 99,000 speakers for the Greatful Dead. Now his PINK ACID was the best trip I ever did have. Ate it like cool-aid in the powder form. Probably why I ate too much but the visuals were out of this world. I use to take multiple hits of mescaline but do NOT recommend to take mulitiple acid hits. If your body has a high tolerance, 2 maybe. If you can't get off on that, don't take anymore of the crap.

 

Ohhh Yeah - I remember Osley. The best acid to be found was produced by him. Who knows what I took in the 60's but it was supposed to be Owley - and it was always good - but then I didn't get much bad acid back then.

 

Yea Osley acid.
Sandoz was the true lsd manufacture and I was lucky to have felt its effect. I think I'm getting flashbacks remembering about it

 

It started to change wickedly in the early 70s and the only way you knew it was real or a heavy close was to drop it and decide for yourself.

 

Good ole Osley acid, the only time I truly hallucinated to the point that I believed my halluciantions until my trip buddy told me to snap out of it. Colors and visuals were always common. After my hallucinations backed off, we drove over to Winterland to watch Jimi Hendricks and Janis Joplin get it on. At over 100 acid trips, this pink Osley was the best! Yes, Ddoright, very rare to see bad acid back then. By mid-70's strychnine was commonly mixed in acid and was a bad trip. Today, it's used primarily as a pesticide, particularly to kill rats. Who ever picked strychnine for acid should have been taken out back and shot.

 

Strychnine oh gawd and some people thought that was "the acid trip" ha fuck. Strychnine was in acid during the 80s 90's OK I lied I haven't done any during the 2000's cause I can imagine how phony polluted it would be.

 

seems people nowadays are more worried about money so they dilute it down so they can get 2-3 times more hits out of it. so you are getting a much smaller dose than you would have in the 60's.

 

I can't speak of the 70's, but I know up here in the 80's we had really nice blotter going around. Awesome stuff... tripped for at least 12 hours, usually about the same coming down.

I had guys buying off me that were doing multiples though. quite a lot in fact, but only because they were trying to stay tripping for days on end... 1 today, 2 tomorrow, 4 the next day and so on...

Never had anyone I knew who had a bad trip, or at least on the stuff I was selling.

I do however know of a story about a guy burning out totally. Apparently he had been an extremely intelligent person, had scholarships waiting for him (because of his extremely high grades), his life was pretty much set... The story goes that he was at a party one night and somoene dropped some liquid acid into his drink (he didn't do anything besides drink and smoke pot)... he has never recoverd... he has been wandering around the area for the last 20 or 25 years... totally spaced out, collects bottles to return for money...

You try to talk to him and he is literally just not there... you will get responses, but not necessarily to what you said... sometimes it seems he is talking to people who aren't there...

Now, as I said, this is a story I heard, in relation to the acid drop... I know for a fact he was extremely intelligent and had the scholarships, and that one day, he just dropped out of normal life and never returned (mentally).