The title briefly sums it up. The last time I dropped acid was in my basement by myself. Overall it was an entertaining trip, however, there was a moment that I didn’t expect. Instead of full blown visuals it was like all the walls I put up in my brain came down and the crazy spilled out. I was being flooded with the most random thoughts ranging from questioning who I was, degrading myself, reliving past experiences, love life regrets, childhood sexual trauma and how it shaped me, and sexuality. Not only did I have these thoughts, I had a blank journal next to me. I wrote as much as I could down. I filled over 10 pages of nearly illegible ramblings. That trip was over a year ago. I just pulled out that journal today and read it. It was an interesting read to say the least.