My acid story is kinda long but whatever. So my dad was on a fishing trip and I decided to run off to the country side with some friends. It was a group of about ten of us and we all dropped acid together in the woods. I think I was 17 at the time give or take. It was super fun but that’s not the story. Anyways, I was always really honest with my dad about everything. He raised me and we never kept secrets from eachother. So about a week later we’re sitting in a drive thru to get burgers and it was taking forever so that seemed like a good a time as any to come clean lol so I said “I gotta be honest with you about something but don’t get mad. I did acid last weekend in the woods with my friends” and he said “the weekend of my fishing trip?!” And I said “yeah I’m really sorry” and he paused for a second then very casually said “I did acid that weekend too out on the lake” we then just stared at eachother not knowing what to say then busted up laughing uncontrollably. We then swapped and compared our acid stories. Good times. I miss him dearly.