Back in college, the third time I ever tripped on acid I was a drunken idiot and decided to take it before going out to house parties. I took 2 hits. For those unaware / inexperienced with psychedelic drugs this is simply put a horrible idea.
We get to a big party and it gets busted within 10 minutes of us being there, the trip is kicking in. I run away and am separated from my friends. It is pouring rain and storming the entire night. The next 12 hours or so I barely remember but it was a nightmare of a bad trip, I distinctly remember horrible flashbacks/visions. I wake up at around 4pm the next day more than 3 miles from the house, lying in tall grass in a small patch of woods next to the road, soaking wet and shirtless and shoeless.