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[Sir C]

I once spent an evening dribbling happily with a sleeping bag over my head and watching the entertainment my mind chose to deliver in the pitch darkness.

Never had or been present for a bad trip. The first bloke I ever did acid with did hang himself six months later, though.

I've never had what you'd call a 'bad' trip, but I've had unpleasant ones.

Not for me any more, Clive.