Did LSD a number of times.
Usually during the day. My friends and I would set alarms and wake early as if getting ready for work. We would have a day bag packed and head for Tampa.
Delivery system: Smarties candy. Packs were opened and the liquid acid dropped on one of the candies, then packs were closed, shuffled and distributed. Nobody knew the precise moment they had dropped. Things were usually starting to happen by the time we crested the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, then the world’s only precast single suspension bridge.
A couple of times the first stop was the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg. My friend caught himself saying “let’s go watch some more paintings.”
The day was spent literally running around making and sharing observations.
I was the underground superhero known as Acid Man in my invisible LSD cloak. Able to observe the unobservable. I was profound and wise. The masses around me unable to see what I could see and with no awareness of my chemical based hyper senses.
Acid Man marveled at the beauty of nature, the nearly undetectable uniqueness of my individual heartbeats, but was more struck by the wonder of human technology. The impossible smoothness of clearcoated stainless steel. The sweet taste of diesel exhaust.
Days wound down as the sun set over the water at St. Pete beach. The sunset casting it’s orange glow on everything in existence.