CONT.....
It was 1991. I finally accepted the offer to buy LSD. For less than a fiver I bought a small piece of paper with a picture on it and something which I was told was a micro dot. I was warned that micro dots were strong so I chickened out of taking it. Looking back, I think it wasn't even a drug at all but more a cake decoration. The paper was for real though. I had been told that cutting the acid tab into two halves was the best way to start with such things. One Friday night, I cut one half into two. A placed it under my Tongue with butterflies in my stomach with apprehension. I was in my bedroom. Nothing happened all night. I went to bed a little disappointed. The following night I took the other three quarters. I expected nothing to happen again. Then... One hour later, I felt something. There was a strange chemical taste in my mouth and I started to get a similar sensation as to when I have a cold and I'm forever swallowing. I put some music on and started to feel sort of dizzy. There was a warmth circulating through my body like my blood was warm water. A lovely tingle bubbled on every piece of skin. A new but enjoyable feeling lasted about six hours. I listened to 'the Orb' and other things and  the music sounded awesome. it came alive in an almost auditory 3D. Wow when could I do this again! 
The following morning there was no feeling remaining and not a sign of a drug hangover. It was cheaper than booze, better, lasted longer and left no Ill  feeling after. The following weekend I bought it on a Friday and took it in my room on a Saturday. 
Every week the tabs themselves had different pictures on. I would then buy three, then four then six and then ten. Two years followed in this fashion. I only ever had two nights where I felt ill from them. The second time I felt ill, I came close to owning up and going downstairs to be with my mum. Thank god I didn't. But I could picture myself being discovered on my bedroom floor in a pool of sick and the humiliation stopped from doing them again. I was not going to die from drugs. I'd had my fun. 
These were the happiest times I had ever had. It was a phase and it ended but I never forgot how good it had been. Not having them on a weekend did leave an empty feeling. Unexpectedly there was a second and final phase...... Ecstasy came my way. 
..TO BE CONCLUDED.....