I've been taking acid on a regular basis (say, once a week or once a fortnight) for the past year and before that every month or so for the past two years.
Two nights ago I ingested approximately 1200ug of LSD in an ethanolic aqueous solution. The dropper bottle was quanted at 150ug/drop. I started with two drops to get a feel for it and within half an hour was having a bloody fantastic time. I felt molten, liquid and gooey. Colours morphing, tracers, the usual medium-strength trip effects. But, y'know, I had a whole vial left, so I took another drop. Things improved within 15min witht the addition of heavily brathing and warping floorboards and walls. I conferred with my trip partner and decided to get a bit silly (had final exam that day, wanted to celebrate). Five more drops. Got a phone call from a friend asking if I had any acid. Agreed to meet at the shops down the street, made him up a couple of cubes, two drops on each. Five minute walk. The deal is done, I have a toke of the shisha they have bubbling away in their car and start walking back. It is only after I realise I have been walking for a good half hour that I remember where i was going. My entire world is made up of geometric impossibilities, four dimension hapes crafted out of lasers, great nets of colours that don't even exist. Auditory hallucinations reminiscent of strong DMT trips. I pause, get my bearings and manage to make it back into the house. Getting the feeling that things are about to get very weird. Inside, put on my Hendrix collection onto the big speakers and collapse onto the floor with a blanket. Do not move for approximately 12 hours.
Anyone who thinks LSD should be illegal needs to be shot in the head.