Albert Hofmann Dies
The year was 1992. My dad had been ill for months and he actually died just a few weeks later. My friends told me one certainly needed to be in the right frame of mind.
My friends told me this after I tried LSD for the first, only and last time.
Sure, Pops was on my mind around the time I put that tiny little square on my tongue, but maybe he wasn't during the hour that passed between my swallowing LSD and when it hit me. We also passed the time by watching "Star Trek," typically not a show that interests me, especially when I'm lying on my back watching upside down as spaceships and laser beams begged to burst out of the television screen.
Maybe he wasn't in my thoughts when I went down to the bathroom and ignored my friends' urges to avoid the mirror. What ended up happening? Well, for starters, I had a several-minute conversation with my shoulder.
Later, and back upstairs, as the hours rolled by on a summer afternoon under a low-ceilinged attic, it became clear to everyone that I was having a hard time with LSD. So I returned to the floor -- oh, that comfortable floor -- and put my arm up on the couch for constant reminders that other humans were still nearby. Every 15 minutes or so, I'd ask one of the friends, "Everything's cool, right?" or "I'll just be OK if I sit here, right?"
So 16 years later, we still joke from time to time about how I couldn't handle that regrettable day. I thought I'd give you something to laugh at now that news reports tell us the inventor of LSD, Albert Hofmann, died at 102 from a heart attack in Switzerland. >>Read More
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