Thirty years ago, when I took acid or mushrooms at least a couple of time a week and was smoking hash or doing speed the rest of the time, I did intensely stupid things most days. I was so out of it I can't remember most of them. I can remember laughing so much while in the chip shop (this is Northern England) that I couldn't get off the floor and crawled out of the shop onto the street on hands and knees (a friend carried my chips). I went to see the Ballet Rambert while in a state where there was no difference between reality and all that other stuff. Battling the forces of pure evil on the floor of the men's toilets, occasionally getting up to go the bar and have a pint, and then going back for a bit more floor battle. It goes on...