It wasn't the ritualistic family style initiation. This was merely a personal, and closely tied experience. I don't know how much it amounted to all in all, but it was a hefty experience that I don't really care to indulge in ever again. I was in the company of a blotter salesman who laid his own sheets. Well he had recently come back from a festival where he traded some-few sheets of blotter for a supposedly extra-strong LSD concoction(~750 mcg/drop!!) in a 250ml amber glass vial w/dropper made for dilution and vial sales. You can make a lot by selling a 3ml vial with a few drops diluted in it.
He had so much LSD over the week that he figured his tolerance was so high he could drip some of this ethanol-lsd onto a piece of aluminum foil and press his thumb into it while it was drying to make a impression. It worked like a charm, a nearly invisible discoloration on the foil as an exact fingerprint, or 'thumprint. I then realized that he could have been taken for a ride due to the odd nature of the trade, and the sinister light of mocking RC's. I checked the vial under high-band UV and it illuminated, my eyes were crimson.
I carefully placed the tinfoil print-side down on my tongue and slowly drifted. After about twenty minutes I was certain it was the real deal when the fair lady, Lucy, greeted me at her gate, the furthest I had ever been, and invited me into her house. What a psychedelic wonder-pad she had, indeed.
The funny part is that my friend had a similarly high-potency experience, even with his tolerance, which makes me think he probably lifted quite alot off of the tinfoil while it was drying, or dosed when he saw I was completely delirious.
Again, probably not something I want to try again. Or maybe I do...