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What was your first LSD-25 experience like?

It was about 6 or 7 years ago, with my closest friend of around a decade. Locked ourselves in a room with loads of colourful mood lighting, a PC, and loads of good tunes. Thought we'd been totally ripped after 3 hours of SFA, then split my last bong-bit of hash between us, and it kick started everything. Attempted to document the entire experience, but all that came from it was just a garbled mess of half sentences and gibberish! Colossal headache at the end of it, but with Dire Straits, and every thought I had leading to the theory of love itself, I wasn't complaining. Simply amazing.
 
My first time, I took one hit. Somehow I believe that taking one blotter was "it", that it was enough to experience the full power of acid.

Basically speed-like stimulation, little to no visuals. I concluded acid sucked.

My first real experience was taking 2 strong hits, outdoors. I had a date with a chick, I was stupid enough to think LSD could be used in a social setting, help me be more talkative.

It started great, very euphoric come-up. Then it turned sour when the visuals started to kick in. Geometric pattern crawling on the ground, overstimulating street noises. Then I looked into a mirror and watched my face melt. I freaked out. I stopped in a small public park to calm down. It worked to a degree, but as soon as I was back on the streets, the anxiety came back.

I arrived at the rendez-vous point to meet the girl. The worst thing was that I was afraid she'd realize I'm on drugs and despise me for it. I was there alone on a bench, it was raining, I was losing all control on the trip, terrified by the visuals (if I closed my eyes, it was worse). Really felt pathetic.
The girl arrived and strangely as soon as she was there, it got a lot better. Talking to her brought me back to reality, acted like an anchor...
 
I spent most of my first acid trip under a blanket. Hunter S. Thompson had recently killed himself and my buddy had a pitbull named after him. I talked to my girlfriend on the phone which was weird in itself, then we somehow drove to H.E.B. in San Marcos, TX which is very, very hilly if you've ever been there, to get beer. After we got to the store we stared at the beer for too long and by then it was closing time for liquor sales. We were bummed. Then I watched Jimi Hendrix-Wild Blue Something and I got it...my man, Jimi!
 
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