"Dark days"...best way to describe why I won't do hallucinogenics anymore. I lived in North Florida, on the Florida/Georgia border. Every weekend, We'd go out to the beach and toke, and every blue moon, Drink a gatorade bottle full of our version of "purple drank". Sure made watching waves crash a lot more entertaining...
I moved back to the North after five years, and depression and other things became the norm when I'd trip, So I pulled the plug and gave up my space travels.