If you have to ask, you shouldn't do it
I've taken somewhere in the area of 4500-5000 hits, in the span of a 3 years and change when i first started tripping my freshman year in highschool it consisted of
33 were black paper,
42 red gels,
19 green gels
6 yellow gels,
27 blue gels,
150 purple gels,
20 orange gels,
4 pink gels,
5 black pyramid
and probably 2.5 - 3 vials of liquid. Those were bought from various people and although they were always nice and strong i can't vouch for the actual potency of those hits but i would have to guess at least 65-90 mics apiece and after my first 4 or 5 trips eating 2-3 hits at a time my base line became 10 gels or 5 liquid per dose. My best friend during my drug days is the only person i know that took more acid then i did, or for that matter more of anything then i did. He knew all top people and got all the best shit for almost nothing. I moved away for about 9 months or so to a place where acid was scarce. But when i moved back it was better and cheaper.
I viewed tripping as a personal challenge. Where most people would go out of thier way to barricade themselves in safe situation, i would drop acid during first period in school, go to the movies or the mall. Hell we used to hang out at a marine recruiting station and bullshit with marines (my buddy was a senior and leaving for boot camp at the end of the summer after graduation) We used to dose each other while the other was sleeping, or just squeeze a jet of acid in place of drops depending on who had bought the vial. A couple of occassion those little pranks meant having a dose of 30-50 hits. Where most people more or less went comatose or at the very least fucking retarded with anything over 7-10 hits i could still keep composed and pass for sober on 20-25.
There is definetly a noticeable change in trip stength well beyond even taking several milligrams.
Of all that acid i ate, totaling several hundred individual trips, i only 2 or 3 bad ones. That includes all the times that i mixed Acid. shroomz, and x together, (and mescaline as well though alas only once, but it was fucking amazing) or some other combination of the 3 along with speed and coke. After my 8 month hiatus from tripping, all i ate was liquid and it all came directly from the chemist who made it. Potency was 120-150 mics per hit for most vials at $70 bucks a pop for 150 hits, though there were a few that i recall being somewhere in the 250-300 mic range that were used for making blotter and gels..well should have been anyway.
the first trip i would catagorize as bad was when i first started dosing, i think it was the first liquid i took and the guy with the vial decided to be nice and dosed me with 6 hits for the price of 3. It probably only got to me because it was a tuesday night at like 8pm when we dosed and my mom was freaking me out because she wasn't even pissed that i was still awake at 4am, and in fact wasn't really saying much to me which i took to be bad. That and the fact that the white couch i found her sitting on when i came inside suddenly was a swirl of rainbows.
I had dosed full vials that probably came out to be 15000+ mics of lsd and just had a fabulous fucking time. Taking anything over 2000, the body effects become more pronounced, coordination dips the higher you go. Also the visuals of course are insanely more vivid. In the lower doses i always found that it was best to trip at night in a dimly lit area, as good lighting kind of diminished the visuals unless you focused on the same spot for more then a minute. Once you start taking doeses in excess of 2000 mics, that makes no difference. It's no longer just patterns swirling and pulsating around it's everything melting and breathing and being interested in progressively stranger things. One night my GF and i spent 8 hours watching the blinking lights on a christmas tree while she ate the same goddamn mango the entire time.
Now the last time i tripped, was right before acid dried up. The story is that the acid supplier was on the verge of finally getting hauled off to jail, and he knew his days were numbered. So he took his last batch and made it as potent as possible to get rid of it quick. This stuff was making everyone done with acid even a bucn of the cool old hippies that had been tripping since before it was made illigel were done after taking one hit. We did the blacklight check and it was the brightest glowing silver white i've ever seen. Where there was normally some visible swirling in the liquid, this was just like solid glowing tube.
Well i didn't know that at the time i dosed, my buddy came by after we got back from a rave, i'd already been up for 3 days on a speed binge and always like to top them off with a trip. So my buddy and i took 5 hits each my girlfriend took 2.This was at about 6am. It took about 15 minutes to start to peak. My buddy was laying on the floor trying to roll an 18nich joint with near an ounce of weed. Which eventually started to fuck with me,
So i decide to leave the basement, and after 3 days of tweakin my lips were dry so i use some chapstick, and accidently lick my lips right after....just as i start to peak hard, so now all i can taste is chapstick, my mouth feels completely dry, and i'm freaking out. Because i got it in my head i ate the damn stick of chapstick. So i'm losing touch faster and faster, my GF can't calm me down, and were standing at the top of the basement steps while she tries to get my buddy to come up and get me straightened out..but he's to involved with the giant joint, and says for us to come down. But he has his annoying skanky girlfriend down there with him who is nothing more then an ATM to him, and im' afraid if i go back down ill go apeshit on her.
So finally i just decide i need to be in my room, chill out on the water bed. But then the phone starts to ring, and i don't want to answer it because i know it means people will show up. Which i can't deal with, so she says she'll answer it....but i keep grabbing the phone away saying it doesnt matter who answers it, if we answer it people will know we're home, and if they know we're home they'll come over..and if they come over then my mom will figure out i'm fucked up...etc. So she agrees it's a bad idea and goes quiet....at which point i think she's mad at me, so then she has to spend an hour convincing me she isn't....and then the phone would ring again....we were trapped in a circle like that for 7 hours. At which point she finally answers the phone, and a few people stop by. We've both forgotten about the people in the basement and my girlfriend starts trying to figure out what happened to them. I'm silent at this point, just staring at the 6 people in my room blankly while they start bitching becuase they drove down to set up a party in my basement for someone and we're retarded. After 20 minutes the first thing i say to them is "get the fuck out of my room, stop bitching about the party you planned in my house without my approval and get the fuck out before i take out my pent up aggression on you in a way that will require me to plead temporary insanity due to one of you slipping me LSD with out my knowledge. So again, get the fuck out unless you want to get charged as being responsible for your own beating" I then go silent for another hour.
At which point 3 more people show up.
One of them a fellow veteren tripper sees how out of it i am and starts to calm me down. Until one of his asshole friends starts telling me that none of this is real, i'm in a safe house and this is part of an experiment, the girl in bed with me isn't my girlfriend, i've never even met any of them and once i come down ill be put back into my padded cell.
So i'm no longer feeling better., On top of that i see my reflection in the TV and start questioning which side of the screen i'm actually on, and don't move or speak for an hour. i hear my girlfriend and my buddy both trying to calm me down, bring me back. I hear him yelling at the guy who told me the safe house bullshit. Which brings me back around. I call the guy over who was fucking with me and say "thanks, i'm feeling better now that i always wanted to do this" At which point i i punch him in the face without warning, breaking his nose. I find the sight of blood on my hand and it gushing down the front of the guys shirt i just hit hilarious and can't stop laughing for 5 minutes. Which eventually makes everyone but the bloody faced prick laugh as well.
I tell the guy who was trying to calm me down that i'll be fine, just gonna ride it out and that he's welcome to stay and smoke a joint so long as he gets rid of the bloddy faced prick. But they decide to clear out.
I'm starting to come down now, but still fucked up as all hell, it's starting to get dark out and i haven't been out of my room all day. Which makes me realize that i should have gotten laid hours ago, and i spend the next 2 hours having the most intense sex i can remember. My girl keeps begging to go down on me and i tell her i'm not comfortable enough with her teeth at the moment. my GF keeps saying she wants to spend the rest of her life this, feeling like we're physically part of each other but the mastrubation more rewarding.
After we are to tired to move anymore we lay on our sides still wrapped around one another and get distracted by the patterns in the stucco cieling.
After 16 hours, i'm still tripping harder then i ever have before, but still only 1/4 as strong as it was during the peak. We somehow manage to fall asleep until 7am the next morning. We wake up, and discover we're still tripping, but able to think clearly again and notice we're starving. on the way down to the kitchen we remember our friends in the basement. We go to see if they ever found their way out or not.
They have cleared out but left something that confuses and worries me.
I see the 18 inch joint still unassembled laying in the same spot i last saw it. Thier is a hand mirrior with the legs up and the glass horizontal to make a little pedestal of sorts with a gram and a half of meth laying on it.
Beside the mirrior is my buddies glasses. and his cell phone.
I was tripping for 2 solid days, during which time i along with everyone else swore off acid forever....which lasted about a week. But it was all gone.
My buddy didn't come to collect his glasses and cell phone for near a week, couldn't remember much for the following 18 hours after he last saw me and said he spent 3 days looking for weed and tweak he left in my basement before remembering that he decided it was better for me to have it, and he left his glasses so i could find the joint and his cell phone so i could call him and remind him to pickup ...the cell phone he left for me to call him on to remind him to pick up the cell phone he left me to remind him to pick up the cell phone he left me to remind him to pick up the cell phone....and this is the guy who is the only person i know to eat more acid then me and in larger quanities. He once got pulled over with 30 gel tabs and 10 double stack ferrari x pills which he was forced to eat. Even then he held up better then 5 hits of this shit.
It turned out that the hits were between 5000 and 7000 mics apiece, which put my and my buddies dose at 25,000 and 35,000 mics each. which is oh only 150%-200% of the max dose either of us had ever taken and my girlfriends preivous highest dose was like 1500 mics.
There were plenty of times when i was tripping that i would sit at my computer and use 3D stuiod max, or Maya. Even after eating 60 or 70 hits. Which isn't the easist shit to use even when your sober. But that last trip..well i questioned who i was and what side of the TV screen i was on.
So i go into all this detail to try and convey this very clearly. Unless you know damn sure how strong it is, do a test dose of 2 hits before you decide to eat 20. I damn well never expected to get that fucked up after all i'd eaten, and i suspect that if you have to ask in a forum you haven't taken that much.