My Mom woke me up one night in a fit of panic, when I was in high school. Turns out my younger brother and two friends had been brought to the hospital after one of the friends had lost his mind on acid. He had been rolling around in the middle of the street, howling like a mad man; and someone called the cops.
When I got to the hospital a Doctor was interrogating my brother.. he was strapped down to a gurney. He was asking him what he else took. My brother mumbled “just some weed,” and the doc thought he said “Jimson weed.” Then proceeded to diagnose him with Datura poisoning. I assured him it was not Jimson weed, as we were well aware of it and never took it. The doc was clearly agitated that I disagreed with him.. because I made him look like foolish. I told him they took acid.
Meanwhile my brothers friend was in another section of the ward, screaming at the top of his lungs, rambling about god knows what. Stuck in a psychotic mental loop. They had the heavy straps on him. The second friend, who was the most lucid of the three, and my brother were released about two hours later.
Strange thing is the person who was the most lucid that night, ended up developing schizophrenia a couple years later.
At any rate.. it was a pretty unpsychedelic event for me. Good thing I had to work late that night. I was supposed to meet up with them.
