aMT first time I did a properly active and strong 100mg dose. As I approached peak after a long 2hrs+ come up my thinking became ever more accelerated and tangential, eventually becoming fixated on the idea that I was a manifestation of the Godhead with a message for the world who's simple truth would be a revelation so powerful in its authority as to pull the rug out once and for all from under fundamentalists of whatever stripe.
Ended up ringing 999 and asking for the attendance of all emergency services so they could make preparations for my messianic broadcast to the world. They seemed oddly reluctant, can't think why, so it's at this point that I hit upon a cunning plan to make exposure locally a certainty, that being a springboard onto a bigger stage with a wider audience once we'd got a bit of momentum going.
This mainly involved me walking out of the house stark bollock naked, jay walking up and down the road in and out of passing traffic, bellowing at the top of my lungs something about God being singular or some such bollox. Kind of an odd thing for an athiest and rationalist to be getting all worked up about but there you are. The local youth, fuelled up no doubt on white cider and alcopops swilled down on park benches took exception to me parading about with me cock flapping about berating them on their know-nothing lack of sophistication for some reason, and it was as they began chucking broken paving slabs and lumps of concrete at my head the police finally stepped in and arrested me for my own protection.
Spent around 4 hours in the police custody suite freezing my knackers off cos rules said I could only have one blanket before being packed off to the mental health crisis unit to see if I needed sectioning. Left to chill for an hour with one of the nice guys on staff checking in with me and taking me out for a smoke before a long and interesting chat with the Psych. Dr. on hand and a mental health care social worker about aMT and its place in the psychedelic literature referencing Shulgin etc as they didn't seem to know too much about off the top of their heads, suggesting they best read up on it cos they'd be seeing a lot more of it, the social worker just pissing himself laughing when I told my sorry tale cos they only knew I'd been brought in for evaluation, dressed in shit from the bottom of the police left property bin looking a right state and for some reason smelling strongly of bonfires, having nothing more in the way of circumstances leading up to that point beyond what I told them. Come down enough by this point to be at least rational and lucid though still going some on the visuals so bundled in a taxi home after a bit and that was the end of the matter.
Fun night all in all, taking in any number of novel and interesting venues inhabited by a motley array of jaded coppers, petty criminals, domestics and drunks.
