yeah, I remember that peyote creates a great high, but you don't want to be in a city....need to be in the woods or the desert
but ingesting it sucks big time. Nothing works to disguise the taste...which is like a mixture of dogshit, polyurethane, cement, and roofing tar. You just have to endure the process and avoid puking for as long as you can. But after puking, you enter Carlos Castenada's fantasy world, and it's a damn fine one
yeah, I was in that generation in the 70's. Back when pot came in lids; acid came on windowpanes, music was on vinyl, and women didn't shave under their arms.