Last year I did two x 2CI in the space of about ten minutes….which is…silly, really, as they were WELL strong, very much like a decent pill experience, the rushing, the talking Uzbek to the universe, the energy and the flutterbies in the everything, I had a good time once I’d plopped off the ceiling. And not such a hectic comedown, as I remember. The 2CT7 was another story, maybe I shouldna drank alcohol on it, dunno, but I ended up hallucilating my bollox off, my mates were pissing themselves ‘cos I was talking to a pole, a serious conversation, y’unnerstand, as far as I was concerned it were the real deal. But that wasn’t as much fun, hell no, because I couldn’t get comfortable no matter what I did, sit, stand, lay, walk, no joy. And I felt like shite after. I’d do the 2CI again, no worries, but as I’ve kinda moved away from the psychic deli in the last few years I’m not keen on the more trippy varieties. And that’s my five cents.
