O.K., I used to go to quite a few Grateful Dead shows in the early nineties. One of our friends who did tour with us ended up getting mega-dosed in 1993. It's a long story but I'll try to keep it as short as possible. He was accused of raping some dirt-muffin dread-locked hippy-girl. There was never a rape; she just was trying to get back at him for some stupid drama soap-opera bullshit. Anyways, she told all these kids that she had been raped by my friend. Some other dirt-muffin dreadies decided to implement some of their brand of hippy justice. This involved spiking a beer with at ten pack (10 vials), and giving it to my friend. As he was drinking it they told him what they did and maybe next time he should think twice about raping someone.
In my opinion, the LSD was a little stronger dose for dose in the early nineties than it is now. Just to use a round number lets say that there were 100 micrograms per drop, with somewhere in the neighborhood of 100 drops per vial times 10 vials that comes to 100,000 micrograms. Now I'm not sure exactly how much of the beer he drank, but probably a good amount, so he probably got at the very least 30,000-40,000 micrograms.
Anyways, he had to go to the hospital and stayed there for a very long time. He said that for over a month he felt like he was tripping and after that it brought on full-blown psychosis that lasted for over a year. He tried to kill himself once during this. As time has gone by (7 years, or so) he has gradually gotten better but still deals with severe depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. He doesn't get physical flashbacks or anything, but he has post-traumatic stress syndrome for sure, where he relives the emotions he felt while spun. Within the last year he has started smoking pot again, but obviously doesn't touch any hallucinogens. He has become a functioning member of society again, but he still is only a shell of the person he used to be. Sad, but true.
[This message has been edited by descend (edited 28 August 2001).]