This is a really pleasant story from my parents' time at University together. They went to Hull, by the way. Great place is Hull!
They had a couple of friends there who had always been meant for each other and were planning to get married on leaving University. Everything was fine until the bloke decided to try some LSD and had a really bad trip.
He was with his girlfriend/fiance at the time and in his delusions he saw her head splitting open and snakes, flies and various other nightmarish creatures crawling from it. He was violently ill for days afterwards and could never stand to look at her again without vomiting, thus ending a perfect relationship.
If there was ever a story to stop people from taking drugs, that's the one. Do people really want to take a drug that removes the barriers between the concious and subconcious mind? Who knows what might come from the subconcious and be permanently imprinted on the concious mind?
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