I have taken acid both with and without smoking pot, and both were fine for me. I drank a beer on acid some guy gave me on a train in the morning and it did not effect the acid, but the beer just gave me a headache.
I can't do it. I used to smoke A LOT of weed. Now, I can't imbibe except at extremely low oral doses... And that's therapeutic. Usually it's that or take a Valium. As far as alcohol and LSD goes, I've had some trip that were 100% bonkers with that combo.
Best one to come to memory was in the Grand Tetons. I took 3 hits, then after a time smoked DMT, after I came out of the breakthrough someone handed me a beer and we shotgunned 2 of those and then a person who I had gotten to break through gets out a vial and says "Hold out your hand". I hold my hand out and ate it.
Then she said "Oh that's a bottle wash. You're gonna be okay right?" I shrugged and said "Can't take it back." So I'm tripping out in the woods, fall into a drum circle and start moving to the rhythm. This girl I had met and talked to a couple of times before was drumming and we were looking at each other a lot. After about an hour (time is getting weird at this point) she picks up her drum and asks me to carry it back to her hammock. It was a big bass drum and her camp was at least 500 miles away lol.
So we get back to her camp. Stumbling thorough the fields and woods in darkness. I had all of this crazy imagery of animals (mostly friendly predators) right outside my field of vision). Lily, the sexy drummer, asked me how much I had taken and I shrugged. This was at hour 4-6. She had taken something earlier that night and asked if I has anything on me. I said I didn't know. So I started digging through my bag and pockets. What do I find? 3 more beers, 10-strip (NO IDEA WHO it came from, but the print was what I had taken earlier in the night, so I figured it was good), 4 MDA tablets, and the OTHER gram of DMT I thought I lost.
Not wanting to ruin my fantastic acid trip, I offered her the pick of the litter. She popped one of the MDA tablets, another tab of acid, and cracked the beer. Then she got a grin and said "Is that really DMT?" I said "It sure as fuck is. Have you ever broken through?" She shook her head. I told her to set the beer aside for a sec and we went to our separate places. I came out first and she laid there in bliss for what seemed like 2-3 seconds, I checked my watch. She was blissing out for 10 minutes. It was at this point that Lily realized why I told her to set the beer aside. By that point I was drinking water and at hour 8. No signs of diminishing on the trip front so I decided, fuck it, and took a couple of the MDA.
Then Lily says to me "We should move my hammock. Where are you camped?" I was another hike away, but there was prime hammock space. So I helped her hammock, drum, and backpack over to me. My camp was removed from people and hers was heavily walked by. We get to my camp set up the hammock and fool around for a bit. Then the people I started the night with, started to filter back to our campsite. I got a fire going. Somewhere along the way Lily took another MDA tablet.
So, we're at the fire pit. It's great. Lily rolls out her drum and starts this slow beat. I had a makeshift low range horn (not a diger) that I had been piecing together from metal and tubes, it had the range of a trombone-tuba. I brought my mouth piece in my bag & someone traded me a beat
up to shit trumpet, but the valves worked and two weeks of trading had made for a cool sounding instrument. I still feel like I'm peaking, but the energy was relaxed. Her and I kept a bass line going. Then two dudes show up with guitars added the melody, a few more drums, two young women with trumpet and trombone, and this one cat with a flute. So we had a brass section (plus a flute), drum section, two guitarists... Frankly, we sounded good. The fire grows, the music picks up, and the sun starts to come up.
We had played for an hour or so. Watching the light come over the ridges, being into the music, knowing that when I slept I would be sleeping with Lily in her hammock. Pretty soon the wonderful humans from the camp next door came by and said "Thanks for the music, we made y'all breakfast." They brought it by and we all ate at the side of the fire. Genuieinely great conversation. We finish eating and help them clean up their cooksite, after putting out the embers. Then one of the gents who I was talking to, Jib, said "Well, we better get to the meadow." I asked why. Jib and Lily take my hand and say, you'll see. I had noticed people moving towards the big meadow.
So we join this HUGE circle of people in the meadow. And there was this complete silence, everyone held hands, and then OM'd for a while it was neat. Afterwards Lily and I walked back to the hammock and fooled around again. Somewhere in the suspended intercourse she asked me "You really didn't know what was going on, did you?" I said that I just thought it was a bunch of people in the woods. She laughed and said "You're cute and clueless. You're at the rainbow gathering." I thought that I missed it and this was just a gathering... Whatever.
We had hung the hammock in shade and slept from 1300 to 1800. I woke up first and upon my stirring she said "I know that this is ending in a few days and I want to get moving again. Do you want to come with me?" I didn't have a car and was over it too at that point. That was a ++++ experience and it was time to leave that place. She said she was headed toward Fort Collins, CO. That was in the direction I needed to go and frankly, I wanted more time with Lily.
We spent what was left Summer, and part of Fall, together driving around in her Prius. Camping, enjoying each other, getting into a bit of trouble, we hit up a festival or two. That was a good year. She came out to visit me, I went out to visit her, we met each other's families, and grew close. She went back to school, so did I, and one dark day after Christmas but before NYE, her brother called me and told me that she had died on the 26th. I pressed and he said they found her with a needle in her arm. I was close enough that I cae to pay my respects and Lily's mother handed me four envelopes that had been addressed and returned to sender bc I dipped on a bad lease. They were 10-15 pages in length, they got progressively worse, and I could feel her pain coming from the letters like she was crying in my arms. I still think about the time we spent together. That she came to opiates on her own without me. She told me she had started using in the letters, but having not gotten them until it was too late... There was nothing I could do.
I often think that if I had just had my mail forwarded, I would have been able to stop her from killing herself. She never spoke about it when I checked in with her on the phone. No one knew to my knowledge and I did a lot of digging. She was a spark that made my world bright. She was outwardly happy and it was only in moments of intense intimacy that I would see the darkness come out. It was never of a quantity where I thought "Yeah, I need to be concerned." She would say one sentence and then snuggle up against me. I would hold her and ask about what she said, but she always brushed it off. Her family asked me to speak at her memorial. We were friends who loved each other deeply and I spoke. The words could not illustrate what she meant to me, the beauty and adventure and the immense pain of her taking her life. I was relieved when her brother thanked me and walked me to a seat. Wracked with sobs, he thanked me and Lily's mother cried quietly with me through the rest of it.
Apologies for the dark turn. I started writing and it didn't feel like ending it at that night was right. There was so much more. Lots of drinking and LSD along the way. Lots of good times. It was a beautiful human experience. For her to have taken her life like that. To know she was reaching out... Makes all of those happy memories tainted in a way.