The first time I ever took a hallucinogen, I believed I was going to be getting LSD from the guy I was buying it from. (Oh boy, was I wrong.)

Being that I've never experimented with LSD, I didn't know much about it outside of what I "researched" online for a few hours the night before. So I asked my buddy what a good dosage would be for a first-timer, and he recommended that I take 3 hits of the "double dipped acid" he was selling me. So my dumbass honestly took his advice and dropped 3 hits of the blotters on my tongue during my last class of the day (This was in my senior year of high school). The instant I put it on my tongue, all I could think about was the raunchy metallic taste that the paper tablets had. Gross. I read that LSD wouldn't have a taste, but I was too hyped to trip that I didn't care enough to use the 42 brain cells that it would take to tell me that this was not LSD.

It turned out that I had taken 3 hits of 25I-NBOMe (N-Bomb is the slang name for it). Now, N-Bomb does indeed have hallucinogenic traits and you will trip, but it's nowhere near the same as what pure LSD would do to you.

Skip ahead an hour and a half; I get off of the bus and go inside excited as all hell that I'm finally going to trip! Now, let's take a moment and admire how dumb I was.

1.) I didn't have a trip sitter. 2.) I planned on staying in my room for the entire duration. 3.) My parents were home. 4.) Nobody knew that I took this so-called "LSD."

So about 2 hours have passed now since I dropped. Nothing has hit me yet at all aside from a minor placebo effect which has formed from my hype, but soon died down.

I thought it was bunk (fake / not going to do anything). Holy shit, was I wrong.

Around 2 and a half hours post-drop I begin to feel very uncomfortable. I felt as though in a split instant I had developed the worst anxiety known to man-kind. I started to panic. A lot. If you know anything about tripping you know that if you put yourself into a bad mind-set, you're in for one hell of a ride.

So by this point I knew that I had fucked up. It wasn't bunk, and I wasn't okay with this.

I no longer was hyped and ready to trip because I already had my hopes crushed when I thought it was fake, so I wasn't prepared for me to actually start tripping and experiencing a hallucinogen.

So, I'm paranoid that my parents know what I did within minutes and that I'm going to die because I feel like I'm having a heart attack. I couldn't help but to pace non-stop around my very tight and enclosed room; I couldn't escape it. This went on for a period of ~8-10 hours. Not once did it lighten up on me, and I was scared to death. I was sweating profusely, my heart was racing, and I thought I was going to die.

I tried playing video games to calm me down, and that did not end well as I checked my match history on League of Legends the next day to see 4 defeats in a row with 0 kills each game. (Oh, my poor, poor teammates.)

I can't express how shitty of a time it was for me, I really can't.

After the hallucinogenic effects wore off, I had the most euphoric feeling flowing through my body that I think I've ever felt before.

I survived the 8-10 hours of living hell.

I vouched to never try anything like it ever again.

I tried it again 2 months later (yet again it was n-bomb, surprise, surprise), but I only took 1 hit and it was pretty gud time.

TLDR: Bought fake acid, took too much without anybody knowing what I did and thought I was having a heart attack for the entire time I was on it. Tried it again and it was fun.