10 years after my first blast of a LSD 25 microdot I dropped my last acid on a rare warm winterday 1994 somewhere north of Copenhagen DK. The lasting impression was the chequered sky. Little squares of blue and white like a chessboard I could move around at will.
Weeks later I discovered it was 1995 as I one night had to acknowledge I had lost my finer motoric and could no longer handroll a cigarette.