Best trips are hanging out with mates out bush where no one can annoy you. I think one of my favourites was when we were in our hideout spot and the property land owner came around on her tractor with her dog to say g'day. I know her but my other friends didn't so I spoke with her while my friends were in a trance patting her poodle, it was great, she doesn't mind us being there.

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My worst trip was on 110ug and someone messaged me on Instagram saying they were coming to my town if I wanted to catch up, and I didn't see this message. Then about an hour later they messaged again saying something like "never mind I couldn't get a lift". When he sent that I read them both and it just sent my mood spiraling down, super dark and depressing suddenly. I was just about to tell my mate I'm having a bad trip when he's like "ay lets go down to the beach for a walk". That fixed me up. That was super scary though and I haven't tripped on acid since then.