It was wild, man, I fell in love with those single-stack M&Ms.
After a while, though, MDMA turned into an antisocial drug for me. I couldn't stand to hear other people going on and on about what they were experiencing, so I'd grab a couple pills and a dub of weed and hermit the fuck out at the house for a few days.
Several years later I'd come to the realization that LSD and mushrooms were just a quick ticket to temporary insanity after I found myself taking a bath one night at my parents house, in pitch-black darkness, from about 2am until the next morning. I honestly couldn't tell you what went down in that bathroom for half the night, but I do remember getting out and watching Finding Nemo for way longer than that movie's runtime. The trips were fun, but they always had those moments about 10 hours in where I'd think something like "When is this going to end?!? Is this what the rest of my life's going to be like now? What have I done?!?!" Those moments would always fade, but the terror in them was real. Remembering feeling so out of control.... hell...
Maybe that's what fucked me up....