I was almost there. The vibe was good. I was starting to get that chilled feeling down my body. I could feel the moisture building up in my pores, like a horse at the starting gate, waiting impatiently for that perfect moment when it can explode out into its purpose for being. It wasn't hot in my room. The temperature was cool and refreshing. My body was in a much different state of being. The chemical reaction being generated by two lovely drops of LSD has started a fire within. I loved the anticipation. The mystery of where the acid train was going to take you could never be predicted. Once you took it, though, it couldn't be stopped. There was no magic, "pull me when the shit hits the fan," emergency stop. Once you boarded, you had to ride it until it stopped. That whole lack of control was the nature of the beast, and that beast will eat you alive if you let it. The mind-fucked-clean sense of clarity one will experience is a door that some will be better off leaving closed. Reality and perspective can come crashing down on an unsuspecting tripper trainee, leaving a first timer grasping for a sanity that is no longer there.