Although not intentional, getting chased by the police when peaking on acid was pretty intense.
One sunny afternoon in a picturesque English village, myself and a bunch of mates - all twenty something hairy hippies and bikers - descended upon the local pub, dropped brown microdots and sat in the beer garden quaffing real ale and smoking hash while we were going up. Eventually, someone noticed the primary school over the road had a playground with swings, climbing frames, nets and all sorts of other tempting shit. So off we trotted.
We were having a whale of a time acting like 5 year olds, but totally forgetting we were in full view of the pub and the main road. Didn't take long for the pigs to turn up. The school had quite a long driveway and when we saw the cop car turn in there was a moment of 'is that really there or are we imagining it?' Then the adrenaline kicked in and the cry of "fuckin leg it" rang out. Then we were off, in the direction of the adjacent fields and nearby railway tracks, climbing railings, jumping barbed wire fences, diving over hedges and finally coming to a stop in a load of bramble bushes by the rail tracks where we lay low and observed with hearts pounding and tripping like fuck. We watched the lazy ass cop pull up by the playground, get out of the car, shake his head then turn round and fuck off.
When we had all calmed down sufficiently, we casually strolled back to the pub...